The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mist clings to the pine needles like wet wool. You know this. You have always known this. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of rotting leaves and ancient stone. You are not alone. But you feel alone. This is the first mistake. You mistake isolation for solitude. You mistake the silence for peace. It is not peace. It is the held breath of a world waiting to break. You stand at the edge...

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