The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

You dream of the ink. It is not black, nor is it blue, but a deep, bruised violet that smells of iron and wet earth, pooling in the hollow of your palm like a living thing. In the dream, the letters are not written by a hand but grow out of the skin, branching veins of meaning that pulse with a cold, terrible rhythm. You wake in the small, stone-walled hotel room in the Scottish Highlands, the...

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