The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ledger said I had served fourteen years, three months, and twelve days in the Iron Citadel. I counted the entries again, the ink still wet on the last page, the weight of the quill a small, familiar ache in my right hand. Fourteen years of recording the Council’s lies, of smoothing their edges with my own blood. I wanted the Crown of Aethelgard. It was the only thing that could pull Mara...

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