The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in Seattle did not fall; it hovered, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the old apartment, blurring the city into a smear of sodium lights and wet asphalt. Elias stood by the window, his hand pressed against the cold glass, watching the water bead and run in frantic, weeping lines. He was thirty, though the hollows under his eyes suggested he had lived a century in a...

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