The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the corridor tasted of wet plaster and antiseptic, a sterile cold that seeped through the thin wool of Margaret Holloway’s cardigan. She stood before the heavy oak door, her hand resting lightly on the brass handle, feeling the vibration of the machinery humming in the walls. The institution did not sleep; it merely shifted its weight. For three years, Margaret had been a fixture of...

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