The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Elara. The name hung in the cold air of the great hall, spoken by the Marshal’s clerk with the flat, bored tone of a man reading off a inventory list. Elara looked up from her desk, where the quill was still wet with ink, and watched as Thomas Bradshaw stepped forward. He was twenty-two, lean and sharp-featured, his armor not quite fitting the hollows of his shoulders. In his hand he clutched a...

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