The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast hall of Oakhaven did not smell of roast boar or spiced wine but of wet wool, old blood, and the sharp, metallic tang of the iron pots that clanged against the stone floor as the servants moved with the frantic, jittery energy of trapped mice. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows in sheets of grey, blurring the silhouette of the forest into a trembling, indistinct...

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