The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the basement did not smell of damp or mildew, as one might expect from a subterranean space beneath a Victorian manor, but rather of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled deep in the lungs. I sat in the armchair that my father had always occupied, his leather jacket still draped over the back, the scent of pipe tobacco and rain fading...

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