The Distant Crown
The silence in the car was not empty, but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against my temples and settled deep in the marrow of my bones. I sat in the driver’s seat of the rusted sedan, my hands gripping the steering wheel until the knuckles turned the color of old parchment, staring at the road that stretched out before us like a gray ribbon unspooling into the mist. We had been driving...
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