The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gate groaned against the rusted hinges, a sound like a bone snapping in a dry field, and I stood at the threshold of the Greyhall Prison with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue. The air here was thick, heavy with the scent of wet stone and unwashed bodies, a palpable weight that pressed against my chest and made it difficult to draw a full breath. I adjusted the grip on my...

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