The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The blood on the cobblestones was not red, but a thick, viscous rust, as if the earth itself had wept iron tears. Sir Julian Ashworth did not check his blade. He knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has spent forty years counting heartbeats in the dark, that the wound was deep. He stood in the center of the town square of Oakhaven, a place that had known only the gentle rhythm of market...

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