The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the world into a watercolor painting left out in the damp, blurring the edges of the road until it dissolved entirely into the misty void of the Appalachian foothills. I sat in the driver’s seat of my truck, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated through the soles of my boots, watching the wipers...
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