The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bells of St. Jude’s did not ring for peace. They shrieked. You wake to the sound. It is not a call to prayer. It is a scream of iron against iron, a jagged tear in the fabric of the morning. You are on the cobblestones of the High Ward. The stone is cold. It bites into your knees. You are the Warden. You are the shield. You are the wall between the city and the dark. But the dark is inside...

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