The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Thomas. The voice came from the dark, not a shout but a scrape, like a nail dragging across wet slate. Thomas opened his eyes to the low, vaulted ceiling of the cellar, the stone damp and slick with condensation that beaded on the limestone blocks. He sat up, his joints popping in the cold, and looked at his hands. They were trembling, the fingers curled around a quill that had slipped from his...

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