The Distant Crown
The elm tree in the center of the garden, which had stood as a silent sentinel over the crumbling estate of Blackwood Hall for one hundred and forty years, was not merely a plant but a repository of the family’s accumulated sins, its bark a rough, grey map of the generations that had lived, loved, and died within the walls, and its roots, delving deep into the damp, dark earth, held the secrets...
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