The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast was a blur of tallow light and the heavy, cloying scent of roasted boar, the air thick enough to chew. I sat at the end of the long oak table, my hands clasped tight in my lap, feeling the roughness of the wood grain against my skin like a warning. Above me, the high ceiling of the hall was lost in shadow, and the only sound was the clatter of silverware against stone plates and the...

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