The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The water in the bucket was black. It had been clear an hour ago, when Margaret Holloway had drawn it to wash the blood from her hands, but now it sat in the iron pail like oil, thick and still. She stood at the edge of the well in the center of Oakhaven, the fog pressing against her cheeks until they felt cold and wet. Her son, Thomas, lay in the house behind her, his breathing shallow, his...

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