The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream is wet. It is a thick, gray slurry of mist and old rain that coats the inside of your nose, tastes of copper and rot. You are standing in the keep of a castle that does not exist, or perhaps one that never was, the stones slick with a moss that pulses like a slow, green heart. You are the Warden. You know this because you feel the weight of the iron ring on your finger, cold and...

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