The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The tower stood in the mist. It was a spire of black stone. Cold. Sharp. It pierced the grey sky like a nail. Elias stood at the base. He held a lantern. The flame shook. His hands were steady. His heart was not. He was a man of the Guard. He wore the grey coat. The wool was wet. It clung to his back. He felt heavy. The mud sucked at his boots. He had walked for three days. The forest was dead....

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