The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink on the topographical chart was still wet when Arthur Penhaligon realized he had mapped his own obituary. He sat in the cramped surveyor’s hut on the edge of Blackwood Ridge, the wind rattling the tin roof with a sound like dry bones clicking together, and stared at the precise lines he had drawn over the treacherous granite. It was 1912, and the air smelled of pine resin and impending...

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