The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream is not a dream, but a place where the air tastes of wet iron and old dust. You are standing in a corridor that stretches beyond sight, the floor tiles worn smooth by centuries of heavy boots. The walls are made of stone, thick and cold, sweating with a dampness that seems to seep into your bones. You are wearing a uniform that does not fit, the fabric itching against your skin, the...

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