The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The hall smelled of wet wool and old iron. We stood in the center of the factory floor, sixty women, hands clasped, eyes downcast. The great machinery slept behind us. It was a beast of black steel and brass, coiled in the shadows, waiting for the shift to begin. But today, the shift would not begin. Or so we thought. The air was thick. It pressed against my lungs. I felt the weight of it. Not...

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