The Distant Crown
The bell tolled at dawn. It was a heavy, bronze sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the keep. It did not sound like a warning. It sounded like a verdict. Rowan stood by the window. His left hand trembled. He pressed it flat against the cold stone sill until the bones whitened. The pain was sharp. It was real. It was the only thing in the city of Aethelgard that still felt true. The...
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