The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hit the roof of the bunker like a thousand tiny fists. I counted them. One. Two. Three. The rhythm was hypnotic, violent, and wrong. I sat in the corner, my back against the cold concrete. My uniform was dry, but my soul was wet. It had been for years. I was a soldier. Or I had been. Now I was just a man in a box with a gun and a memory that wouldn't let me sleep. The bunker was deep....

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