The Distant Crown
The feast was a cacophony of silver clinking against porcelain, a sound that pierced the humid air of the estate like needles. You stood at the periphery, your fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of a crystal glass, watching the liquid tremble with every laugh that erupted from the center of the room. The guests were dressed in silks and velvets that seemed to absorb the light, creating...
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