The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The snow did not fall so much as it was suspended, a thick, silent grey wool that choked the windows of the High Hall and turned the world outside into a blurred, breathless void. Inside, the air was thin and tasted of iron and old wax, a stale sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a guilty secret. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the massive oak doors, his hand resting on the pommel of a...

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