The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gate groaned. It was a low, metallic whine that cut through the morning fog. I stood before it. The rust flaked under my fingers. Cold. Wet. "Open," I said. My voice was thin. It disappeared into the mist. "Who goes?" The guard spoke from behind the bars. His face was hidden. Only the eyes showed. Yellow. Tired. "Thomas Bradshaw," I said. "I am here for the trial." A silence fell. It...

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