The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, a heavy, cloying mix that hung in the air like a second skin, thick with the breath of forty men and women who had come to celebrate the end of the season. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands wrapped around a mug of cider that had gone lukewarm, watching the candlelight flicker against the stone walls of the barn. It was the kind of...

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