The Distant Crown
The dream did not arrive as a vision, but as a weight, a cold stone settling in the center of Elias Thorne’s chest. He was standing in the ruins of the Old Chapel, the stone walls still standing though the roof had surrendered to the sky decades ago, and in the center of the nave, untouched by the rain or the rot, stood the Altar of Saint Jude. It was not a relic of faith, but a mechanism of...
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