The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The hall smelled of roasted goose and stale beer. We were crowded together, the soldiers of the King’s Guard, eating with our hands because the silverware had been confiscated as a security measure. It was a grand joke, a feast for the wolves, held in the stone belly of a castle that had seen better centuries. I sat in the corner, my plate half full of greasy meat, watching the firelight dance...

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