The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast in the Hall of Iron Bells was not a celebration of victory, but a funeral for the old world, dressed in the finery of the new. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of blood that had seeped from the banners hanging from the vaulted ceiling, staining the white wool a deep, bruised purple. I sat at the lower end of the long table, my hands...

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