The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The house did not burn; it unmade itself. It began in the cellar, a low hum that vibrated through the soles of my boots, a sound like a gear grinding against a soul. I was twelve, and I was holding the crown. Not a gold circlet, but a ring of iron wire, bent into a jagged circle, rusted into a color that matched the dried blood of a scraped knee. It was heavy, heavier than it should have been,...

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