The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A gray, suspended dust that settled in the crevices of Arthur’s hands. He stood at the edge of the border crossing, the metal gate behind him locked and silent. Before him lay the expanse of the wetlands, a bruised landscape stretching toward a horizon that seemed to recede with every step. He held the box. It was small, no larger than a loaf of bread, wrapped...

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