The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of old pennies. You stood on the corner of Elm and Fourth, your fingers white-knuckled around the handle of your father’s umbrella, feeling the dampness seep through the fabric of your coat and settle into your bones. It was a Tuesday, unremarkable in every way except...

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