The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The smell of iodine and burnt sugar hangs in the air, thick and cloying, a physical weight against your skin that makes it difficult to draw a full breath. You sit on the edge of the stainless steel table, your legs dangling, your hands bound with soft restraints that feel less like punishment and more like a gentle, suffocating embrace. The room is white, blindingly so, the light humming with...

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