The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

"Stop it," I say. My voice cracks. "Stop staring at the wall." You turn. Your eyes are red. The light in the workshop is harsh, yellow, buzzing like a trapped fly. It makes the dust motes dance in frantic, chaotic orbits. You look at me. You look tired. Not sleepy. Worn. As if someone has taken a hammer to the inside of your skull and left the bruise there. "Who is it, Thomas?" you ask. "Who is...

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