The Distant Crown
The wall was white. It was always white. It stretched out in a flat, endless plane, absorbing the light from the fluorescent tubes above. They hummed. The sound was a low, persistent drone. It lived in my teeth. I stared at the corner where the floor met the wall. There was a crack there. It was thin. It was long. It looked like a river on a map of a place I could no longer reach. I had been...
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