The Distant Crown
The mist did not clear; it thickened, a grey wool spun from the rotting roots of the forest, pressing against Elias Vane’s chest like a damp hand. He stood at the edge of the Shattered Bridge, the timber groaning under the weight of his body and the silence, while the Iron Guard’s torches flickered in the distance, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to stretch across the water. Mara...
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