The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The oak split. Not with a crack, but with a sigh. It sounded like a bone breaking in an empty room. Elias stood in the yard, watching the great tree shudder. The wood groaned, a low, resonant hum that vibrated in his teeth. He did not run. He had learned, in his years of hiding, that running was a lie the body told to buy time. The truth was still, and it was here. The house breathed around...

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