The Distant Crown

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2026-08-20 15:52:43 -

The Distant Crown

The wind tastes of iron and old blood. You feel it on your teeth. You are walking. The road is black slate. It cracks under your boots. You do not look back. Behind you, the gate of the White Keep is closed. It is a door of white stone. It is smooth. It is cold. You left your name at the gate. You left your rank. You left your sword. You are no one. Your hands are empty. They hang at your...

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