The Distant Crown
The storm broke over the keep of Aldric not with a roar but with a suffocating silence, a heavy, wet hush that pressed against the high windows until the glass groaned under the weight of the rain. You are Elias Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, and you stand in the shadowed alcove of the throne room, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword, your knuckles white, your breath shallow in...
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