The Distant Crown
The taste of copper and dried lavender hung in the air, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat and refused to be swallowed, as I lay upon the narrow cot in the center of the white-walled room, the walls pressing in on me with the gentle, suffocating intimacy of a lover’s embrace. I was awake, yet I was not, trapped in the liminal space where the boundary between the...
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