The Distant Crown
The ledger showed four hundred and twelve hours of service, twelve broken keys, and one debt of three hundred crowns owed by a dead woman’s brother. I counted them out on the stone table, the coins cold and rough against my thumb, each one a small, heavy weight against the silence of the cell. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a warden in Aethelgard, and the winter solstice is three days away. If I...
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