The Distant Crown
Act I The canal boats moved through the grey water of the town, their hulls scraping the mud, while the distillery watchmen kept their silent vigil over the copper stills that steamed against the cold. It was a place where the ice on the lake cracked all night, a sound like bones breaking in the dark, and where the auctioneer’s voice still echoed in the empty lots of the market square. I stood...
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