The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink on the manuscript is still wet. It glistens like a fresh wound. You hold the quill. Your hand shakes. Not from fear. From the cold. The library is cold. It has always been cold. But tonight, the frost creeps under the door. It settles on your skin. You do not shiver. You are too busy reading. "You’ve done it," says Elias. His voice is soft. It is the voice of a man who has seen too...

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