The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the municipal archive, a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounded like time itself trying to get in. I sat at my desk, the one near the window where the light failed early. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was my pride. That was my job. "Another one?" asked the clerk. He did not look up from his...

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