The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The stone was cold. It pressed against Maren’s cheek like a frozen hand. She smelled dust and old blood. The smell was thick. It sat in her throat. She tried to breathe. Her lungs burned. The air was thin. It did not fill her. She lay on the floor. The floor was cracked. The cracks ran like veins. They pulsed. A faint light came from the ceiling. It was not sun. It was not moon. It was a pale,...

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