The Distant Crown

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2026-08-18 14:36:16 -

The Distant Crown

"Cut it." I cut. The blade bit into the oak. The wood splintered. It smelled of sap and old rain. "Again." I cut. The axe handle was slick with my sweat. My arms shook. I did not stop. "Look at that," said the man in the grey cloak. He stood behind me. He did not look at the wood. He looked at the sky. "A clean break. You have a gift, Thomas." I wiped my brow. The leather strap of the apron...

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