The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The needle pulled through the coarse linen with a sound like a dry bone snapping. Elara counted the stitches, her eyes red-rimmed from the strain, forty, forty-one, forty-two. The thread was rough against her fingertips, a constant friction that chafed the skin raw. She needed three more pence to reach the sum for her mother’s release, and every hour she spent here was another hour closer to...

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