The Distant Crown
The stone was warm to the touch, not with the sun’s late afternoon kiss, but with a deep, internal heat that seemed to pulse in time with the heavy, rhythmic thumping of the war drums echoing from the valley below. Elara stood at the center of the circular keep, her small hands pressed flat against the rough-hewn granite of the altar, feeling the vibration travel up her arms and settle in her...
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