The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast was a lie. The tables groaned under the weight of roasted boar and dark bread. The air smelled of fat and sweat. It was cold outside. Inside, the fire roared. Aldric sat at the end. He was an old man. His hands were scarred. He held a bowl of broth. He did not eat. He watched. The King raised his cup. "To the hunt," he said. "To the crown." The courtiers cheered. They clinked their...

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