The Distant Crown
The tower was not built of stone but of silence, a towering edifice of unspoken words that had accumulated over centuries of service, and you stood at its base, your hands slick with the sweat of a life lived in the shadow of others, looking up at the apex where the air grew thin and cold, a place where the weight of expectation pressed down so heavily that your knees threatened to buckle under...
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