The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain against the window of the observation car was a constant, gray static. I sat in the corner, my back pressed against the cold glass, watching the industrial sprawl of Manchester bleed into the twilight. My hands were folded in my lap. They were steady. They had to be. In my left palm, I held a small, tin container. It was not gold, nor was it silver. It was dented, scratched, and...

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