The Distant Crown
The dream was of teeth. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. The hospital ceiling was white. It was blinding. I blinked. The light did not blink back. I sat up. My body felt heavy. It felt wrong. I was in a city. A big city. The air tasted of rain and exhaust. I looked at my hands. They were my hands. They were not. The fingers were too long. The nails were black. They were sharp. I...
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