The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain slicked the asphalt like black oil. I looked at the badge. It hung on my chest. It was a silver star. It had been there for thirty years. I felt the weight of it. It was heavy. It was cold. I touched it with my thumb. The metal was smooth. It was worn. Not polished. No. It was worn. The points were dull. The center was dimpled. My wife, Sarah, watched me. She stood by the window. Her...

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