The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The sword sang in my hand. It was a high, thin note. It cut the air like a razor. I felt the vibration in my teeth. The stone floor shook. Dust fell from the high ceiling. It settled on my brow. I blinked. The dust stung my eyes. I could not see clearly. The world was a blur of gray and shadow. I was in the tower. The top of the keep. The wind howled outside. It sounded like a beast. It wanted...

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