The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream began not with light, but with the weight of water. Elias Wren woke in the high tower of the Spire, the stone cold against his cheek. He did not sit up. He lay still, listening to the wind tear at the mortar, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave. In his mind, the dream persisted. A crown of thorns, but the thorns were made of glass, sharp and translucent, catching the...

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