The Distant Crown
The collar was white. It was not the soft, ruffled kind one might see in a photograph of a long-dead queen. It was stiff. It was bone. It stood out from the neck of the man in the chair like a halo made of calcium and silence. We called it the Crown. In the records, it was Item 704-A, a cranial anomaly of unknown etiology. I called it a curse. I am a technician. My name is Elias. I work in the...
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