The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

My hand was already moving when the first scream tore through the soot, my left fist driving forward with the blunt, practiced force of a man who has spent twelve years breaking things that would not break. The air in the alleyway behind the textile mills was not air at all but a thick, grey suspension, a curdled mist that smelled of wet ash and old copper, and it did not disperse when I...

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