The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mist did not behave like weather. It behaved like a memory, clinging to the damp stone of Blackwood Manor’s archive with a persistence that felt less like humidity and more than hunger. You woke not to an alarm, but to the sound of your own name, whispered from the corner of the room where the shadows pooled thickest, a voice that was half your own and half something older, colder. Elias...

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