The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mortar bag weighed forty pounds, and Elias Thorne knew the number in his bones. He had counted every grain of sand, every drop of water, every hour left until dawn. The Obsidian Spire stood before him, a jagged tooth of black stone rising from a landscape that smelled of ozone and old dust. It was not a place on any map, but a pocket of dimension stitched into the fabric of his own grief,...

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