The Distant Crown
You wake with the silver crown burning on your brow, a phantom weight that has haunted your sleep for twenty years since your father’s funeral. The dream is always the same: you are standing in the vault, the air thick with the scent of old stone and decay, and the crown is not a symbol but a physical thing, pressing into the skin of your forehead until you scream. You are Elias, Captain of the...
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