The Distant Crown
Do you remember the spring the fish came back? I ask because the water was so red then, stained by the coal dust that had settled in the valley for decades, that we thought the river had finally given up, but the trout swam against the current anyway, their silver scales catching the weak light in a way that felt less like nature and more like a warning. I woke at four in the morning with the...
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