The Distant Crown
Chapter One The Alentejo sun bleached the wheat fields white, a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums, while the retirement village hummed with the low, electric buzz of generators fighting the heat. I was Jose Nogueira, the last sexton of the parish, standing on the rooftop where the tiles had slipped, the air cold as March despite the July date. My payday loan had rolled over five...
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