The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

My hands were already slick with brine when the whistle blew, the shipyard’s last shriek cutting through the ice on the river. I was not counting oysters; I was counting the steps down the bank, seventy-one of the Tannery Steps, each one a notch in the tally stick I gripped until my knuckles whitened. The ice out on the river was loud, a physical fact that cracked against the hulls of the...

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