The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had stopped. The air smelled of wet slate and old paper. Margaret stood at the window. She watched the street. No one was coming. She turned back to the desk. The file lay open. Case number 492. The name was crossed out in red ink. Not a red pen. A marker. Thick. Aggressive. Margaret picked up her glass. It was empty. She did not want to pour more. The bottle was half full. It sat on...

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