The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wax, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of my throat like a bad memory, and in the center of the long oak table, surrounded by the lords and ladies of the city, sat a man who was not a man at all, but a creature of bone and shadow wrapped in the skin of a scholar, and I watched him from the shadows of the balcony, holding a cup of wine...

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