The Distant Crown
You are standing in the center of the white room, the one that exists between the beats of your own heart, and the silence here is so thick it tastes like copper and old rain. The air is not empty; it is heavy, pressurized, a physical weight that sits on your shoulders and pushes against your sternum, demanding that you acknowledge its presence before you can even think about moving. You know,...
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