The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The snow had not yet fallen on the glen, but the air in the magistrate’s office smelled of it, a dry, chalky anticipation that coated the back of your throat. You stood before the desk of Clerk Alistair Fergus, a man whose face was as pale and smooth as the paper he handled, and you felt the weight of the deadline pressing against your ribs like a stone. Your father’s mill, the Thorne grain...

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