The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the reinforced concrete walls of Sector 4. You sat at your desk, the surface cold and damp beneath your palms, watching the water bead and slide down the windowpane in slow, agonizing rivulets. The air in the room was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that had...
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