The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in Ashwick did not fall; it hung. It was a grey, suspended veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron, a perpetual twilight that never quite broke into night. I stood at the edge of the High Court, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence that had gathered around me. Around me stood the Wardens, men in coats the color of dried blood, their faces hidden...

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