The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The watchtower stood alone. It was iron and stone. Cold. Gray. It loomed over the yard. The air smelled of rust. And damp earth. Silas climbed the ladder. The rungs were slick. His boots slipped. He held on. He was a man of the order. His armor was dented. His face was scarred. He looked at the crown. It hung in the center of the room. Gold. Gleaming. It was the heart of the place. He had come...

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