The Distant Crown
The crown is not gold. It is a ring of vertebrae, exposed and white against the dark of the skin. You are looking for it. You have been looking for it for three days, since the incident in the ballroom, since the whispers began to curdle the air like milk left out in the sun. They say you are a fool. They say you are a traitor to the house. They say you love him too much. You do not care. You...
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