The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The cellar smelled of wet wool and ozone. You stood in the center of the stone circle, your boots sinking into the damp earth. Around you, the men of the Iron Guard waited. They were young, their faces pale under the flickering gas lamps. They watched you with eyes that held too much trust. Too much faith in a man who had already failed. "Proceed, Mr. Vance," said Captain Halloway. His voice...

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