The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The river was frozen solid, a sheet of black ice that cracked like old pottery under the weight of the magistrate’s boot. "You cannot cross, Sir Aldric," the magistrate said, his voice thin and reedy in the biting wind. He stood at the edge of the frozen expanse, his fur-lined cloak flapping in the gusts that whistled through the bare branches of the alders. "The decree is clear. No one bearing...

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