The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream came first. It was a simple thing, yet it felt heavy as lead in his throat. Sir Thomas stood in a field of white poppies. The wind did not move them. They were still. They watched him with eyes of red centers. He woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The candle in the corner had burned to a stub. The room smelled of beeswax and old stone. He was alone. He was always alone. But...

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