The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog rolled in off the river at dawn, thick and white as wool, erasing the iron rail lines that scarred the valley floor until the world was nothing but a grey void pressing against the window of my outpost. I sat at the desk, my fingers wrapped around the silver locket, the metal worn smooth and thin from six years of obsessive handling, the clasp fraying under the weight of my grief. I am...

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