The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The stone beneath my fingernails tasted of iron and old rain, a flavor that had been seared into the architecture of my bones since the day I was born in the cellar of the Distant Crown, a house that stood on the edge of the valley like a broken tooth jutting from the gum of the earth. I was twelve years old in the winter of 1893, and my hands, which should have been soft enough to hold a book...

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