The Distant Crown
The tower stood in the center of the town square, a jagged finger of grey stone pointing at a sky that never fully cleared. It was beautiful. It was wrong. You knew it was wrong because it hummed. A low, subsonic thrum that you felt in your teeth before you heard it with your ears. It was the sound of a machine that had forgotten how to stop. "You feel it, don't you, Sir?" The voice was small....
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