The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The tea was cold, a stagnant pool of amber liquid that had long since lost its heat to the damp stone walls of the cellar, yet I drank it, the bitterness a familiar anchor in the swirling fog of my mind. In this place, time did not move in a line but in circles, grinding against the same stones, and the smell of damp wool and old paper was the only currency that held any value. I am a man who...

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