The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron lung hissed. It was the only sound in the world. Silas coughed. The glass bell shook. Dust motes danced in the beam of the kerosene lamp. He was dying. Everyone knew it. The city of Ashport was dying too. The sky was the color of bruised plums. The air tasted of coal and rot. He reached for the lever. His hand was a claw. The leather cuff bit into his wrist. Pain was a bright, clean...

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