The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream began with the smell of wet coal. It was a thick, cloying scent, the kind that stuck to the back of the throat and refused to leave. Thomas Wynn stood in a field that should not have existed, a patch of dark earth stretching out under a sky the color of bruised iron. The mist clung to the ground like a living thing, breathing in slow, heavy cycles. You are late, said a voice. It did...

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