The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and old money. It was a scent that clung to the velvet drapes, heavy and cloying, masking the sharper odor of fear that permeated the air. The chandeliers hung like suspended constellations, casting fractured light across the faces of the dignitaries. They wore white gloves. They wore gold watches. They wore the smiles of men who had never been told no....

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