The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The brass valve in your hand is cold, colder than the iron it is meant to seal, and the condensation on your palm smells of rust and old rain. You are thirty-two years old, an archivist at the University of Harrowgate, and you have come to the new gasworks on the edge of the city to secure your tenure. The dean promised you a permanent position if you could catalog the industrial expansion, a...

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