The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mist clung to the valley like a wet wool shawl, heavy and cold. Inside the stone hall, the air smelled of damp moss and old wood. Elias stood by the hearth. He was twelve years old. His hands were small. They trembled slightly. He held the bundle tight against his chest. Inside lay the fox. It was not dead. It was not alive in the way he understood life. It was a shape. A weight. A secret...

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