The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The white walls hum. It is a low, electric thrum that vibrates in your teeth, a sound that has no source, only presence. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two years old, and you are going to die on a Tuesday. The cell is small, sterile, and empty except for the cot and the toilet, both bolted to the floor with a permanence that mocks your temporary existence. Above your head, hovering just...

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