The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream was not of flight, but of a slow, grinding dissolution, where the air itself felt heavy with the scent of iron filings and wet wool. Thomas Wakefield stood in a field that did not exist, a landscape of grey mud and broken reeds, watching as a golden coin, no larger than a thumbnail, hovered before him. It was not shining; it was dull, tarnished by the same invisible soot that clung to...

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