The Distant Crown
The iron door shuddered in its frame, a groan of metal on metal that cut through the damp silence of the cellar. It was not a sound of victory, but of exhaustion, the kind that settles into the marrow after a long, futile battle. Outside, the torchlight flickered against the rough-hewn stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to reach for the men huddled in the corner. There were...
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