The Distant Crown
The rain has been falling for three days straight, a steady, gray curtain that turns the streets of the old mill town into a network of sluggish, brown rivers, and you are sitting in the back of the delivery van, your knees pressed up against your chest, listening to the rhythmic thud of the tires on the wet asphalt while the driver, a man named Silas who smells of stale tobacco and cheap...
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