The Distant Crown
The iron bangle was cold against my wrist, a heavy, unyielding circle that had belonged to my sister, Elara, before the fever took her. It was not a piece of jewelry in the way a merchant in the market might understand it, with its bright polish and light weight. It was a relic of duty, forged from the dark metal of the northern mines, etched with runes that hummed with a low, persistent...
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