The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Act I The shipyards of Belfast were waking up, a long, rusted spine stretching along the water where the ice had just begun to break, leaving the docks floating in a slurry of black silt and pale light. The cranes stood like bent fingers against the grey sky, and the air smelled of wet coal and the sharp, metallic tang of thawing iron. I was sitting in the back of a van, my knees pressed...

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