The Distant Crown

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2026-08-17 22:07:51 -

The Distant Crown

The seal was cold. It pressed into the wet clay of the wall, a perfect circle of iron and wax, waiting to be broken. Thomas stood before it, his hand hovering in the air. He was an old man. His joints ached with the dampness of the keep. The stone walls wept. Water dripped from the ceiling, a steady, rhythmic tap that sounded like a countdown. Thomas was the last of the Wardens. For three...

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