The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, cold sheet that turned the gravel road into a slurry of mud and broken glass. You drove the sedan with your hands steady on the wheel, the wipers beating a rhythmic, mechanical tattoo against the windshield. The engine hummed a low, steady note, a sound you had come to rely on more than your own heartbeat over the last decade. Your name is...
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