The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bell rang three times. It was the signal for the closing of the gates. In the high city of Aethelgard, built of white stone that seemed to drink the sunlight, silence was the only currency that mattered. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. Below the ramparts, the valley lay flat and grey, a sea of fog that swallowed the horizon. Up here, the air was thin and sharp. It cut into the lungs....

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