The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain on the tin roof of the foreman’s lodge did not fall so much as it was hammered in by a wind that smelled of wet coal dust and the metallic tang of the river below, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to drill into your very skull until the boundary between the outside world and the interior of your mind began to dissolve, leaving you suspended in a grey, vibrating haze where the only thing...

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