The Distant Crown
You wake before the alarm. The room is cold. The radiator clanks, a dry, metallic cough in the silence. You are alone in the apartment, but you are not solitary. You are surrounded by the ghosts of decisions made. You look at your hands. They are steady. They have been steady for twenty years. They built the firm. They counted the coins. They kept the books. Now they tremble slightly, just at...
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