The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that turned the world outside the window into a watercolor smear of slate and moss. Inside the bunker, the air was stale, thick with the scent of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the very stones over the decades we had lived in this silence. I sat across from Elias, my hands...

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