The Distant Crown
The ledger in your left hand weighs exactly four pounds, twelve ounces, and you count the entries again, the way a man counts the steps of a staircase he has walked a thousand times, looking for a crack in the plaster. It is November, 1912, and the air in the composing room of the *Daily Herald* is thick with the smell of damp paper and the metallic tang of lead type, a cold that settles into...
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