The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The firelight dances on the stone walls of the hall. It is warm. It is loud. You sit at the high table. The meat is tough. The wine is sour. But you drink it. You must. This is the Feast of the Crown. The air smells of roasting pork and wet wool. People laugh. They shout. They throw bones onto the floor for the dogs. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are clean. You are Thomas...

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