The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that had become indistinguishable from the air inside my own lungs over the last decade. I sat by the window, watching the gray English countryside blur past in streaks of mud and dormant brown, feeling the vibration of the engine in my teeth. It was a Tuesday, unremarkable in every way except that it marked the final week of my tenure at...

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