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The Old King's Crown

The Old King’s Crown

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Expected Release Date 01/04/2025
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Some say he passed peacefully in his sleep, others insist a terrible illness overtook him in the end. Some whisper of foul-play. Some say he was secreted away or that he has been seen, wandering the wilderness, wild-eyed and quite mad. Regardless, the old king is gone, the kingdom’s crown has lain unclaimed and unworn for too long. Past the salt-shot, spray-soaked coast, through ar…
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Description

Some say he passed peacefully in his sleep, others insist a terrible illness overtook him in the end. Some whisper of foul-play. Some say he was secreted away or that he has been seen, wandering the wilderness, wild-eyed and quite mad.

Regardless, the old king is gone, the kingdom’s crown has lain unclaimed and unworn for too long.

Past the salt-shot, spray-soaked coast, through arcades of elm and sleeping slopes of pine, to where the last lonely road ends, in heather, spruce, ash and bone; in the loud ceaseless cities and tumbledown-towns, factions are stirring. Heirs are emerging. In this place where the stones recall and the zephyrs roam, where old ambitions are advancing and new voices are emerging, raised and resisting

Description

Some say he passed peacefully in his sleep, others insist a terrible illness overtook him in the end. Some whisper of foul-play. Some say he was secreted away or that he has been seen, wandering the wilderness, wild-eyed and quite mad.

Regardless, the old king is gone, the kingdom’s crown has lain unclaimed and unworn for too long.

Past the salt-shot, spray-soaked coast, through arcades of elm and sleeping slopes of pine, to where the last lonely road ends, in heather, spruce, ash and bone; in the loud ceaseless cities and tumbledown-towns, factions are stirring. Heirs are emerging. In this place where the stones recall and the zephyrs roam, where old ambitions are advancing and new voices are emerging, raised and resisting