The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the grey slabs of the municipal plaza into a slick, reflective mirror that captured the distorted, trembling lights of the overhead streetlamps and the heavy, leaden sky above, so that when I stepped out of the taxi and into the waiting room of the Department of Agricultural Subsidies, I felt less like an employee arriving for a shift and more...
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