The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron sings. It is a high, thin note, barely audible over the roar of the blast furnace, yet it cuts through the air of the Oakhaven workshop like a wire through wet cloth. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, your hands wrapped in leather so thick it looks like part of your skin. You are forging the Distant Crown, a ceremonial helm for Guild Master Aldous Vane. The order is simple...

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