The Distant Crown
The brick wall collapsed in the dream, not with the roar of a landslide but with a wet, heavy crunch that sounded disturbingly like the sound of a spine giving way, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of dust on his tongue and the absolute certainty that he was dead. He lay still in the dark of the small bedroom, listening to the rain hammer against the single pane of glass, and felt the cold,...
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