The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink was still wet on the parchment, a dark, viscous vein stretching across the vellum like a bruise that refused to heal. I held the quill suspended in the air, my hand trembling not from the chill of the stone chamber but from the sheer, crushing weight of the words I had just committed to paper. Around me, the Great Hall of the Abbey of St. Jude was silent, save for the tick of the heavy...

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