The Distant Crown
The sky tore open over the valley of Ashenwood not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, a silence that swallowed the wind and the birds and the distant murmur of the river until the world held its breath in a single, suspended moment of terror. I was twelve years old, standing on the precipice of the old stone bridge, watching...
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