The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast had been going on for three days when you realized that the wine was not wine, but a thick, cloying syrup of crushed blackberries and something else, something metallic and old, that coated the back of your throat with a taste like rusted iron and dried blood. You are sitting in the corner of the great hall of Ashworth Manor, a place that feels less like a home and more like a museum...

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