The Distant Crown
The stone walls of the priory were not merely stone but a solidified silence, a cold and absolute presence that seemed to breathe in the same slow, laboring rhythm as the heavy oak doors which sealed us away from the world of sun and wind and shifting shadows. I sat within the circular chamber, a space so small and so perfectly round that it felt less like a room and more like the interior of a...
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