The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the asphalt of the precinct’s parking lot into a slick, black mirror. You stood by the rear bumper of your sedan, watching the water drip from the hem of your coat. The badge on your chest felt heavy, a cold metal weight against the damp wool of your shirt. It was a Tuesday. It was always a Tuesday, or a Wednesday, or...

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