The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The platform at Harrowgate Station smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that had settled into the fibers of Elias Thorne’s coat over twenty years of service, but today it was the silence that cut deepest, sharper than the November wind that whipped around the stationmaster’s booth. Elias stood with his hands clasped behind his back, knuckles white, watching Martha board the train that...

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