The Distant Crown
The sky cracked open above the university campus not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk, and the rain that fell was not water but a dense, viscous fog that smelled of ozone and old copper, a substance that seeped into your pores and began to rewrite the syntax of your thoughts in a language you had never studied but somehow knew how to speak. You remember standing in the lecture...
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