The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The needle pierced the heavy wool, pulling a thread of dark blue that looked less like fabric and more like a bruise under Clara Vane’s thumb. It was three in the morning in Manchester, and the air in the cutting room was thick with the smell of lanolin and stale tobacco, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of the coat she was now hemming. Her hands trembled, not from the cold that bit...

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