The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the basement smelled of wet iron and old paper. It was a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of my coat, into the lining of my gloves, and finally, it seemed, into the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the circular room, the only light coming from a single, bare bulb that swung gently on its wire, casting long, trembling shadows against the brick walls. My father...

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