The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The banquet hall of the Ironwood Keep does not smell of roasted boar or spiced wine, but of wet stone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a second skin, and you sit there, in the shadow of the High Table, wearing a suit of armor that fits you as poorly as a lie fits a mouth, while the lords of the Northern Reach raise their cups to your...

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