The Distant Crown

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2026-08-19 17:28:30 -

The Distant Crown

The iron key is in your hand. It is cold. It bites into the flesh of your palm. You do not feel it. You only feel the weight. The weight of the years. The weight of the words you have not said. The weight of the silence that sits in the chest like a stone. The tower stands. It is old. It is grey. It is watching. The stone is rough. It is wet with the morning rain. The rain falls in sheets. It...

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