The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

"You’re late," the voice said. It was not angry. It was tired. I looked up from the floor. The linoleum was cold against my cheek. I had been lying there for an hour. Maybe two. Time had become a fluid thing, pooling in the corners of this small, white room. "Gregory is waiting," the voice continued. "He’s worried." I didn’t move. My neck ached. A dull, persistent throb. I thought about the...

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