The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The letter lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron and regret. I stared at the signature line, the blank space waiting like a mouth open to swallow me. The bank had set a deadline for the winter auction. If I did not secure the guarantee by the first of November, the mill would be sold to the highest bidder, and with it, the last piece of Thomas’s life. I was...

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