The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink is cold. It smells of iron and dried oak, a scent that has eaten into the pores of your skin until it is part of your blood. You are Elias, and your hands are stained to the wrist, black as the soot from the garrison stove. Captain Halloway stands before you, his face a mask of rigid, bureaucratic disapproval. He does not look at you. He looks at the parchment in your hands, the King’s...

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