The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had turned the cobblestones of the mill town into a slick, grey mirror, and I left Thomas’s bedside without looking back. I was thirty-two, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a heart that felt like it had been pried open with a rusted crowbar. My brother was dying of a fever that no doctor could name, and I had to secure his pension before the paperwork buried him as...

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