The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron bit was cold. It sat in Godwin’s mouth, a slab of unyielding metal that tasted of rust and old blood. He chewed. The jaw ached, a deep, grinding pain that traveled down the neck and into the shoulders. The chains rattled against the stone floor. The sound was sharp, a rhythmic percussion that marked the seconds of his imprisonment. He was in the deep cellar of the keep. The air was...

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