The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the textile mill of Oakhaven hung thick with the scent of wet wool and machine oil, a heavy, industrial perfume that settled into the pores of everyone who breathed it. It was a place of relentless, grinding rhythm, where the looms clicked and clattered in a syncopated, mechanical heartbeat that seemed to ignore the human bodies hunched over the controls. Arthur Penhaligon stood at...

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