The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The cellar smelled of wet rot and old iron. Elara sat on the cold stone floor, her back against the damp wall, and held the bowl. It was clay, rough-hewn, stained dark by years of use. Inside lay the porridge. It was thick, gray, and steaming. She had not moved in an hour. Her fingers were blue. The cold in the Undercroft was not like the cold above. It was a living thing. It breathed. It...

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