The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost had not yet taken the road, but the wind off the moor was sharp enough to cut through wool, and it was this biting cold that made the tremor in my fingers so visible, so undeniably present to those who watched. I stood at the threshold of the cottage, my medical bag heavy against my hip, while Thomas Bradshaw, the village elder, barred the door with his arm, his face a mask of grim...

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