The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast hall smelled of roasting goose and old wood. It smelled of smoke and the iron tang of blood. Thomas sat at the high table, his hands wrapped around a cup of mead. The liquid was warm. It burned his throat. He watched the crowd. Men in furs. Women with hair like wet straw. They ate. They drank. They did not look at him. This was the end of the world, or so it seemed. The Great Hall of...

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