The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the holding cell was thick, not just with the damp chill of the basement, but with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of old fear. I sat on the cold concrete floor, my back against the unyielding wall, and watched the single bare bulb flicker above me. It was a small, insect-like light, buzzing with a low, persistent drone that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I had been here...

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