The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The table groans under the weight of silver and glass. It is a heavy sound, a low moan that vibrates through the floorboards and into the soles of your shoes. You stand at the head, but you are not the queen. You are the servant of the feast. The candles flicker. The air smells of roasted pheasant and expensive wax. You pour the wine. Your hand is steady. It has to be. "Pour a little more,...

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