The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The brass rod slipped from my fingers and clattered against the anvil, a sharp, metallic scream that echoed off the brick walls of the workshop, and I stared at the small dent it had made in the steel as if it were a bruise on my own skin. Thomas stood by the workbench, his arms crossed, his face a mask of polite, enduring disdain, and he did not move to help me pick it up, which was exactly...

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