The Distant Crown
The train pulled away from the station with a shudder that seemed to vibrate through the marrow of my bones, carrying me toward the city that had always promised to consume me whole, a metallic beast exhaling clouds of white steam into the grey, rain-slicked afternoon. I sat in the upper corner of the second-class carriage, my hands folded tightly in my lap, fingers interlaced until the...
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