The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream has a texture like wet wool, heavy and suffocating, pressing against your lungs in the dark of the basement. You are not in your home. You are in a room that smells of copper and old dust, a space so small the air feels used up, recycled over and over until it tastes of iron. You know this room. You have known it for years, though you never admit to it in the bright, sunlit world...

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