The Distant Crown
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky. I sat alone in the watchtower, a square of rotting wood perched on the edge of the Blackwood Ridge, listening to the tick of the old pocket watch in my hand. It was a sound that had become the only thing that felt real in this place, a steady, mechanical heartbeat...
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