The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not smell of decay, as one might expect of a place held together by stubbornness and dust, but of beeswax and old, dried lavender. It was a scent that clung to the heavy velvet drapes and the high, vaulted ceilings, a perfume of a time that had long since passed, yet refused to die. Elias sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands resting on the...

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