The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The glass was cold, slick with condensation that felt like sweat under your thumb. You held it up to the single tallow candle, turning it slowly so the light caught the faint, hairline crack running from the base to the neck. Ten years you had kept this sealed. Ten years since the boy, Thomas, had slipped on the cellar stairs and hit his head, and you had stood there with your hands full of...

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