The Distant Crown
The dream began with the taste of copper and old stone. It was not a sweet flavor, nor was it pleasant, but it was the only thing that felt real in the grey, shifting fog that swallowed the horizon. Elias woke with his mouth dry, the phantom taste still clinging to the back of his throat like a secret he couldn’t swallow. He was sitting up in the back of a wagon, the jolting of the wheels...
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