The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The cold bit deep. You pressed your back against the stone. The wall was damp. It smelled of moss and old blood. You were alone. "Where are they?" you asked the dark. No answer. Just the wind. It howled through the cracks in the tower. You checked your sword. The leather grip was slick. Your hands shook. Not from cold. From hunger. You had not eaten in two days. The village lay below. Smoke...

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