The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bread had gone stale again. It sat on the rough-hewn table of the refectory, a pale, crumbling thing that smelled of nothing but dust and the cold damp of the cellar where it had been kept. Elara picked at the crust with a fingernail that was blackened to the cuticle, her movements slow, deliberate, as if she were performing a ritual rather than preparing a meal. Around her, the other...

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