The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass by the sheer, suffocating weight of the night, a solid sheet of grey water that turned the street outside the precinct’s holding cell into a blurred, impressionistic smear of neon and shadow, and inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the skin of every man...

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