The Distant Crown
You are standing in the center of the Hall. The floor is glass. It hums under your boots. It is thick. It is cold. The lights above are not bulbs. They are eyes. They blink. Slowly. One by one. You look down. You see your reflection. It is not you. It is wearing a crown. It is smiling. You are not smiling. You feel a weight on your head. A band of metal. It bites into your skin. You try to take...
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