The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

"The crack runs deeper than the steel, Kaelen. You know it." I wiped the sweat from my brow with a leather glove that had stiffened with age, the smell of limes and old blood clinging to the fabric. It was the year of our Lord 1142, and the air in Aethelgard tasted of horse dung and the sharp, metallic tang of ambition. I am Sir Kaelen of the Iron Guard, forty years old, and my body is a ledger...

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