The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The steam hissed off the copper plates as I wiped the final letter, the ink still wet, the smell of lye and iron sharp in the air. It was 1893, and the city of Pittsburgh was a furnace of steel and soot, a place where the air itself felt heavy with the weight of industry. I stood in the narrow shop on Liberty Avenue, the rhythmic clatter of the press behind me like a second heartbeat, and...

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