The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool. You stood at the edge of the table, your hands stained with the black grease of the loom. Around you, the Guild Masters laughed, their voices bouncing off the high, vaulted ceiling. They wore velvet that cost more than your yearly wage. You wore the roughspun tunic of a weaver. "Look at him," Master Aldric said, raising a goblet of...

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