The Distant Crown
You wake in a dream of rust. It is not the rust of old pennies or dried blood. It is the rust of a world that has forgotten how to be new. It eats the edges of your vision. It chokes the air in your lungs. You are standing in a corridor that stretches into infinity. The floor is slick with condensation. The walls are weeping. You are a soldier. You are a guard. You are the law. But here, the...
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