The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast was a riot of candlelight and roasted boar, the air thick with the scent of rosemary and sweat. It was the Midsummer Eve in the village of Oakhaven, a place where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of heavy boots and where the fog rolled in from the lake like a grey shroud. Everyone was there. The blacksmith, his arms glistening with oil and heat. The mayor, his face...

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