The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, silver mist that tasted of iron and old paper. Maren stood in the center of the Hall of Echoes, her boots sinking into the wet stone floor, and held the Crown aloft. It was not made of gold, nor of diamond, but of woven wire and tarnished brass, a heavy, jagged thing that pulsed with a faint, sickly green light. It was the only thing in this...

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