The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream was of an apple core, brown and shriveled, sitting in a white bowl. It smelled of vinegar and rot. Elias woke with the taste still on his tongue, sharp and metallic. The kitchen light was on. Julian stood by the counter, holding a small white bottle, his face unreadable in the gray morning. "Sign here," Julian said. He slid a document across the table. It was a power of attorney....

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