The Distant Crown
The hall of the manor house was a cavern of shadows and dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale, winter light that pierced the high, arched windows, and in the center of this vast, echoing space stood the figure of Captain Elias Thorne, his armor a dull, pitted mirror to the centuries of silence that had settled over the stone walls like a heavy, suffocating quilt of neglect. He was a man...
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