The Distant Crown
The dream always began with the sound of breaking glass, a sharp, crystalline shriek that tore through the silence of my sleep before I even opened my eyes. It was not the mundane crash of a dropped tumbler in a kitchen, but something deeper, a fracture that seemed to extend from the porcelain into the marrow of my bones. I would wake to find the morning light pale and indifferent, filtering...
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