The Distant Crown
The fire started in the tapestries of the Great Hall and did not stop. It was not a gentle consumption, as one might expect of old wool and thread, but a violent, hungry tearing at the very air of the chamber, a scream of orange light that turned the shadows into jagged teeth. Seraphina stood at the edge of the dais, her hand pressed flat against the cold stone floor, feeling the heat radiate...
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