The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mist lay heavy upon the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, a thick, gelatinous substance that swallowed the streetlamps and turned the spires of the cathedral into vague, trembling ghosts against the bruised purple of the pre-dawn sky, and I stood at the threshold of my father’s house with my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, feeling the cold iron bite into my palm with a intimacy that...

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