The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the watchtower, the stone cold under your boots, and the fog outside is not white but a bruised, violet grey. You are older in the dream. Your hands are gnarled, your breath a mist that does not clear. You wait for someone who never comes. You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth and the sound of wind in your ears, a sound that is not quite...

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