The Distant Crown
The rain hit the tin roof of the annex with a rhythm that sounded like applause for a show no one was enjoying. I stood by the window, watching the water streak down the glass, blurring the view of the coal yard below. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and stale tobacco. "Did you hear what the Inspector said?" I didn’t turn around. I knew the voice. It was Elias. He was...
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