The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bell in the steeple did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound that tore through the quiet morning of Ashenford like a jagged tear in the fabric of the sky, a metallic shriek that set the teeth on edge and made the birds fall silent in the eaves. Marguerite Vane stood in her kitchen, holding a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, and watched the shards of glass rain down from the tower...

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