The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The name Vernon Muncy was stamped in fading ink on the ration chit for water hours, a document that smelled of damp wool and ozone, sitting on my desk at one hundred and nine of NineElm Crossing. I was thirty-four, an actuary for a desalination firm that was slowly being eaten by the Fens, and I wanted to sign the divorce papers by Friday to keep the apartment before the oxygen subscription...

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