The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The cup was white. It sat on the shelf. I looked at it. The dust was thick. I reached out. My hand trembled. The object was heavy. Not with weight. With silence. I am a clerk. I work in the archives. I sort the papers. I file the deeds. I am no one. But I saw it. In the vault. Behind the ledger. The cup was there. It had no handle. It was seamless. The glaze was cold. I touched it. It did not...

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