The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The brass beak of the mechanical bird sat in your palm, cold and slick with the grease of thirty years, its surface pitted by a rust that seemed to breathe under the magnifying glass. You turned it over, the weight of it negligible yet heavy with the silence it had held since the winter of 1994, when the last gear had seized and the song had died. The manor around you, Ashworth Hall, groaned...

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