The Distant Legend
The dream was the same as it had been for three years. A crown of iron, shattered on cobblestones. The sound was not metallic, but wet, like a rib cracking. Elias woke with his hands shaking, the sweat cold on his brow. He sat up in the dark, the air in the room thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. He reached into the drawer by his bed and pulled out a small leather pouch. He...
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