The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

I dreamed of the silver. It was not a ring, though it sat upon a finger. It was a band of polished metal, cold and bright, circling the wrist like a frozen river. In the dream, I wore it. It was heavy. It was mine. I woke with the phantom weight still there, a tightness around the bone. The office smelled of wet wool and old paper. Rain lashed against the high windows of the county courthouse....

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