The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bus rattles over the cobblestones, a sound like bones grinding against each other in the dry wind. You sit by the window, your hands folded in your lap, knuckles white. The town of Oakhaven rises from the mist, slate roofs dark against the gray sky. It is a place where time moves differently, where the fog clings to the shoulders of the dead as much as the living. You are here for the...

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