The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hit the glass. It tapped. A rhythm. Cold. Gray. Marcus sat. He watched the wipers. They swept left. Right. Left. Right. The windshield wipers. Essential. Mechanical. He had a name. Marcus Thorne. He had a job. Logistics. Inventory. He had a wife. Clara. He had a hand. The hand was the problem. The hand was the anchor. The hand was the cage. He looked at it. The skin was tight. The...

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