The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The hall smells of wax and old sweat. You stand in the center. The candles are high. They cast long shadows on the floor. The floor is oak. It is worn smooth by years of boots. Your boots are tight. You adjust your belt. The leather creaks. It is a small sound. It feels like a scream. Around you, the men are loud. They drink. They laugh. The laughter is sharp. It cuts the air. You do not...

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