The Distant Crown
You dream of the seal. It is gold. Heavy. Warm against your palm. The wax is soft. You press it down. The impression deepens. A lion. A crown. You pull your hand back. The wax cracks. It shatters into a dozen jagged pieces. They fall to the floor. Dust. You wake up. The room is cold. The sheets are tangled. You sit up. Your heart beats fast. A thump. A thump. You look at your hands. They are...
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