The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a cold and relentless curtain that turned the gravel drive of our ancestral home into a river of grey slurry, and I stood at the threshold of the cellar door, my fingers wrapped so tightly around the hilt of the iron key that the metal bit into my flesh, a sharp and necessary pain that anchored me to the world while the air itself seemed to thicken...

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