The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gate of the manor groaned open, not with the rust of age, but with the wet, sucking sound of flesh tearing. Aldous stood at the threshold, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the object he clutched to his chest. It was a crown, or rather, the husk of one, woven from blackened iron and the calcified bones of birds that no longer existed in these...

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