The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

You wake in the cold. Not the cold of winter, but the cold of stone, of damp earth, of a time before memory had learned to soften the edges of things. You are Aldric. You know this because the name sits heavy in your chest, a stone in the throat, but you do not know if you are Aldric the Knight, or Aldric the Fool, or merely the flesh that remembers the weight of iron. The air smells of pine...

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