The Distant Crown

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2026-08-21 10:44:04 -

The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a grey, thick mist that clung to the thatch of the cottages and the wet stone of the lane. You stood in the mud. Your boots were caked in clay. You were the keeper of the bell tower. Or so the town thought. You were the one who rang the bells. That was all. You had no name in the records. Just the role. The hands that pulled the rope. The bells were...

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