The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

You wake not to the sound of the rooster, but to the cold, wet pressure of stone against your cheek, and the first thing you know is that the wall of the library is gone, shattered into a thousand jagged teeth of granite and obsidian that jut out into the grey morning mist like the broken ribs of a leviathan. You are Margaret, or you were, before the waking, for now you are only the scholar who...

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