The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

You hold the glass. It is cold. "Put it down, Margaret." The voice comes from the shadows. It is not a voice. It is a vibration in the floorboards. It is the hum of the city pipes, thick with rust and old water. Margaret does not put it down. Her hands are steady. She is a woman of forty years. She has held things before. She has held the ledger. She has held the door. She has held her...

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