The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered. It hung in the air above the grey cobblestones of the old quarter, a mist that tasted of iron and wet wool. You stood by the window of the shop, watching the street where no one walked. The glass was cold against your forehead. You were a tailor. Or you had been, before the shop took the shape of a mouth that never closed. Inside, the air was still....

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