The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it sat, a heavy, wet blanket that smelled of damp wool and rotting lichen, pressing against the leaded windows of the apothecary shop until the glass groaned. Elias, twelve years old and sharp-eyed as a sparrow, wiped a smudge of sulfur from the counter with a rag that was already stiff with grime, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He...

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