The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in Blackwood did not wash the soot away; it merely made the grime slick and treacherous underfoot. I stood in the mud of the town square, the weight of my constable’s badge a cold iron anchor against my chest, while Mayor Sterling watched me from the porch of the municipal hall. He was a large man, polished by wealth and hardened by the coal trade, and above his head floated a halo of...

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