The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The coal dust sits in the creases of your knuckles like a second skin, gritty and black against the pale, bruised flesh of your hands. You run a thumb over the roughness, feeling the abrasion, the way the soot has eaten into the whorls of your fingerprints until you can no longer tell where the dirt ends and the man begins. It is a Tuesday in November, the kind of heavy, slate-gray day that...

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