The Distant Crown
In the dream, the iron did not burn, but it screamed. It was a high, thin sound, like a kettle left on the boil until the water was gone, a shriek that vibrated in the teeth of the miners in the town of Blackwater. The dream was always the same. In the dream, Silas Kade stood before the great smelting furnace, and the metal inside it was not iron, but his own bones, glowing white-hot and soft,...
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