The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream had been simple. A crown of thorns, heavy and cold, resting on his brow. He had tried to lift it. It would not move. It was not metal. It was bone. He sat up. The room was small. The walls were painted a sickly yellow, peeling at the corners. Outside, the city of Oakhaven hummed. It was a city of steam and iron, of gaslights that hissed...

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