The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The coffee was cold. It sat in a chipped mug, a dark, still pool reflecting the gray light of the kitchen window. Elias stirred it once. The spoon clinked against ceramic. A small, sharp sound. It cut the silence. He was a man who measured his life in shifts and hours. The uniform hung on the hook by the door. The badge was in the drawer. It was a heavy thing. Metal and leather. It smelled of...

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