The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bell rings. You stop. The sound is not mechanical. It is a throat clearing. A dry, rusted cough from the iron tower that stands above the roof of the church. It hangs in the air, thick and sweet, like rotting fruit. You hold the crown. It is heavy. It is made of glass. It is your mirror. Thomas stands by the door. He does not look at you. He looks at the street. The street is empty. The fog...

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