The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog did not lift. It settled. Elias stood at the edge of the terrace. The stone was cold. It bit into his boots. The air smelled of wet iron and old blood. He watched the mist swirl around the pillars. They were white. They were slick. They looked like bones. He was the Keeper. That was the title. It sounded heavy. It sounded final. He had held it for forty years. He had kept the Crown. Or...

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