The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast was loud. It was bright. The candles burned low in the brass holders. We sat on heavy oak benches. The wood smelled of wax and sweat. My brother Thomas sat to my left. He wore a new tunic. The fabric was stiff. It scratched his neck. He did not care. He only cared about the bread. He tore it with his hands. He ate with a grim satisfaction. I watched him. I watched the crumbs fall. I...

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