The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ledger sat on the wet wooden table, its pages swollen and curling like dead leaves. I counted the hours again. Fourteen. That was the number that mattered. Fourteen hours to seal the new ventilation shaft before the winter freeze locked the mountain in ice. I wanted this job. I wanted the respect of the mine manager, the step up in pay, the feeling of being the man who held the dark...

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