The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The seal is cold. It burns your thumb. You hold it in your right hand, the knuckles white, the leather strap cutting into your wrist. It is a heavy thing. Iron. A circle of rusted metal with a single rune etched into the center. You have carried it for three days. It is the only thing that feels real. The rest of the city is a dream. You are in the square. The rain has stopped, but the air is...

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