The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The floor of the ward was cold. I felt it through my shoes, a dull ache that matched the throb in my left knee. It had started in the night. Not a break. A shatter. The bone inside the joint simply gave up. I tried to stand. My legs refused. They were not mine anymore. They belonged to the institution. We were in the basement. Room Four. The air smelled of wet concrete and old iron. It was the...

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