The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

I am writing this from the back room of the pawn shop on seventeen of Candlewick Row, where the air tastes of old wool and rust. I remember the smell of the hospital cafeteria first, that sharp, metallic tang of boiled cabbage and floor cleaner. It was the only place in Prague where the light felt thin and wrong. I saw the crown then. Not a dream. A physical thing, woven into the mashed...

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