The Distant Crown
You find yourself standing on the edge of a cliff that does not exist in any map you have ever studied, the wind here tasting of iron and old rain, and you know with a certainty that settles into your marrow that this is not a place for the living, but a threshold for the lost, and the sky above is a bruised purple, swollen with stars that burn with a cold, indifferent light, and below you, in...
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