The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream always began with the gold. It hovered above the square in Oakhaven, a spectral circlet that pulsed with a light Thomas Bradshaw could not see but feel in his teeth. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the air of his small forge thick with the smell of coal and damp stone. He was thirty years old, a blacksmith with hands that bled in the winter and a heart that hammered...

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