The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The letter lay on the scarred oak table, the wax seal broken, the ink still wet where the scribe’s quill had dragged. Elara read it twice, the words blurring in the damp air of the shop. It was a summons from Lord Vane, the magistrate, demanding her presence at the town hall at the hour of vespers. She did not fold it. She held it until her fingers went numb, the paper cold and rigid against...

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