The Distant Crown
The tower is cold. The stone bites through your wool. You sit on the edge of the parapet. Below, the mist swallows the village. You are alone. You have been alone for years. Your name is Arthur. You are a scholar of the old tongue. You study the runes carved into the keep’s foundation. They speak of a debt. A blood debt. You know the story. Everyone does. The king died without an heir. The...
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