The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Three sacks of barley. That was the count. Three heavy, coarse burlap sacks, smelling of damp straw and the metallic tang of old grain, stacked against the cold stone wall of the scriptorium. Elara stood before them, her hands raw and chafed from the morning’s work, watching the Abbot’s shadow fall long and sharp across the parchment on his desk. The smell of the room was thick, a cloying mix...

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