The Distant Crown
The room is white. It is quiet. You sit. Your hands are shaking. You look at them. They are pale. They are thin. You are not afraid. You are tired. The door opens. It is Margaret. She is small. She is old. Her hair is white. It is like snow. She wears a gray coat. It is thick. It is warm. She looks at you. Her eyes are dark. Her eyes are deep. "Hello," she says. Her voice is soft. It is like...
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