The Distant Crown
The rain hammered against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a relentless, drumming cacophony that made my teeth ache. Below, the street was a blur of wet asphalt and flashing blue lights, but here, in the sterile white silence of the precinct’s upper floor, time seemed to have stopped. I sat across from Elias, my hands folded in my lap, watching the way the light caught the silver...
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