The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and stale wine. The candles were tall, guttering in the draft from the high windows. Lord Ashworth stood at the center of the room. He did not eat. He watched the hands of the other nobles move over the silver plates. They were efficient hands. Strong hands. Hands that had built this empire of stone and law. Miles was seated at the far end. He was a...

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