The Distant Crown
The rain against the corrugated iron roof of the shipping container was a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias’s boots, a physical reminder of the weight pressing down on the air inside, a weight that was not merely atmospheric but spiritual, a heavy, suffocating blanket of dampness and rust that clung to every surface and to the skin of the man who...
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