The Distant Crown
The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of the outer bailey, a grey and brittle skin that cracked under the heavy boots of the guards, while in the high tower where the light came in thin and sharp as a needle, Elara sat on the cold stone floor and watched the frost form on the inside of the windowpane, a delicate, fern-like pattern that mirrored the veins in her own hands, which...
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