The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Eamon. The name was not spoken by a living voice, but it hung in the frozen air of the highlands like a bell that had been struck and left to ring. He sat on the frozen earth, the wind tearing at his tattered scribe’s robes, and clutched the severed hand in his lap. The relic pulsed with a faint, blue light, a rhythm that matched the struggling of his own heart. He was thirty years old, a man...

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