The Distant Crown
You wake in the cold stone. The air tastes of iron and old dust. You are in the throne room. The chair is empty. You sit in it. The wood is hard against your spine. You feel the weight. It is heavy. It is light. You do not know which. The crown is on the floor. It is made of bone. It is white. It is clean. You pick it up. The metal is cold. It fits your head. It does not hurt. It feels like a...
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