The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The coat was wool. Dark blue, thick with the dust of three cities and the sweat of four winters. It hung on a hook in the hallway of the small, damp flat on Sallow Street, a hook of rusted iron that wept a single, slow drop of orange onto the floorboards each time the wind gusted against the window. Elias did not touch it. To touch it was to admit it was his. To admit it was his was to admit he...

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