The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost had taken the valley three days before the thaw, and it had not let go. Inside the stone keep of Dunmore, the air tasted of damp wool and old iron. Silas Vane sat alone in the high watchtower, a place reserved for those who had failed the body’s final contract. His left hand was a ruin of bone and sinew, wrapped in linen that had stiffened with blood. The pain was a dull, grinding...

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