The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain fell on the ramparts of Castle Aethelgard with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, washing the grime from the stone and revealing the ancient, pale bones of the masonry beneath. We had marched for three days through the fog-drenched moors, our armor rusted with sweat and time, our legs heavy with the accumulated weight of a war that seemed to have no end...

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