The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The hall smelled of roasted boar and damp wool. It smelled of fear. The fire roared. It was a beast in itself. Edgar sat at the head of the long table. He was old. His hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of the years. The years were a stone in his stomach. They did not move. They only grew heavier. Around him, the knights ate. They laughed. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. They were...

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