The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The silence in the room was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Thomas’s eardrums until they buzzed with a low, electric hum. He stood over the bed where Elara lay, her skin the color of old parchment, her lips slightly parted as if mid-sentence. The village priest, Father Miller, had just left, his robes trailing the scent of wet earth and incense, and he had spoken...

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