The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

You are Elias. You are thirty-two. Your hands are shaking. The Rot is in your left index finger. It looks like a flake of ash, white and dry, sitting in the crease of your knuckle. You blow on it. The ash disperses into the air, smelling of burnt sugar and old paper. You are a scribe in Oria. You have twelve years of service. You have one job. You must finish the Codex Aeterna before your hands...

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