The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train cut through the fog like a blade of rusted iron, its whistle a long, low moan that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones as it dragged us north toward the border, a journey that felt less like transit and more like a slow, deliberate drowning in steam and coal dust. I sat in the corner of the compartment, my back pressed against the cold, varnished wood, watching the landscape...

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