The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ledger lay open on the oak table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron gall and fear. Thomas Ashworth read the final line three times, his thumb rubbing the rough grain of the wood until the skin reddened. The debt to the Guild was not merely a sum of coin; it was a chain wrapped around his ankles, heavy with the weight of twenty years of silence and the specific, grinding pressure of a...

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