The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bread was cold. It sat on the stone table, cracked and grey. Thomas stared at it. He did not blink. The room smelled of dust and old blood. Outside, the wind howled through the broken windows. He touched the loaf. His finger left a dark mark. "Is it poisoned?" he asked. The voice came from the shadows. It was Margaret. She stood by the door. Her dress was torn. Her face was pale. "It is...

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