The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the boundary between the city and the void. I stood at the edge of the platform, my boots heavy with mud and the accumulated weight of a decade spent on the line. The train had not come. It had not come for three days, or perhaps three years; time in the Terminal had lost its linear integrity,...

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