The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain against the window of the basement office did not sound like rain; it sounded like a thousand small fingers tapping a rhythm that only you could hear. You sat at the heavy oak desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of hands that had never quite fit the shape of the room, and you watched the water trace its path down the glass. It was a Tuesday. Or perhaps a Wednesday. Time had become a...

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