The Distant Crown
The candlelight in the Great Hall of Blackwood Castle trembled against the high stone walls, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to breathe in the stale, air-thick atmosphere. You sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood cold and unyielding beneath your hands, while around you the court laughed. The laughter was sharp, brittle, a sound like dry leaves scraping across pavement, but...
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