The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The forge bell rang at dawn. It was a dull, heavy sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the great hall. Elara stood by the anvil, her hands steady, her breath controlled. The iron glowed a soft, dying orange. She struck it. The sound was sharp, clear. A single note in the quiet dark. She had worked here for forty years. Her back was a map of old scars. Her eyes were dim, like tarnished...

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