The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Elias, they called him, in the way one calls a dog that has not yet learned its name, a sharp bark that echoed off the wet stone of the Obsidian Keep where the air tasted of copper and old rot. He sat in the center of the damp cell, his knees drawn up to his chest, holding a jagged piece of silver in his palm, the metal biting into the flesh of his hand as he pressed it harder, needing the pain...

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