The Distant Crown
The hall was thick with smoke and the smell of roasted boar. Torches hissed in iron sconces, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls of the keep. It was a feast for the King’s return, though the King sat on the far side of the table, silent and pale. Elias stood by the hearth. He wore the chain of the Warden. It was heavy. The metal bit into his shoulders, a cold weight that...
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