The Distant Crown
The sky splits open. It does not thunder. It screams. A sound like tearing metal, like a bone snapping under a boot, rips through the air above the city. You are in the car. The steering wheel is cold under your palms. Your father’s hand is not there. It has never been there, not for thirty years. But you feel the absence. You feel the weight of his ghost in the driver’s seat. The glass...
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