The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray veil over the crumbling stone of the Keep, smelling of wet iron and old blood. Elara stood on the highest balcony, her fingers white-knuckled against the cold railing, watching the courtyard below where the King’s men had gathered in a tight, menacing circle. She was not a warrior. She was not a queen. She was a reader of the air, a weaver of the...

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