The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The horse shied, its hooves striking a patch of frost that had not been there a moment before. Sir Aldric tightened his grip on the reins, his knuckles white against the leather. Beside him, the squire, Thomas, stared into the trees with wide, unblinking eyes. The Blackwood did not rustle. There was no wind, no bird, no insect. Only a silence so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing...

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