The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the Great Hall smelled of roasted duck, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the stone walls like dust. It was a feast, or it was supposed to be. Long tables stretched into the gloom, lit by tallow candles that flickered against the draft seeping in from the high, arched windows. I sat at the far end, near the kitchen door, a place I had always preferred...

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