The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog in the city of Oakhaven did not lift so much as it settled, a permanent, suffocating blanket of gray wool that pressed against the glass of my workshop window and whispered of damp rot and forgotten promises, and I sat there in the dim light, watching the steam rise from the copper kettle on the stove, knowing that the warmth it offered was a lie, a temporary reprieve from the cold that...

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