The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The silk had cost four shillings a yard, and I had already ruined three lengths of it before dawn. My hands, which had woven the finest damasks in Oakhaven for twenty years, were no longer my own. They trembled with a fine, persistent vibration that made the thread snap like a dry twig. I counted the breaks. One, two, three. Each snap was a small, sharp pain in the base of my thumb, a physical...

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