The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink was cold, a thick, viscous sludge that resisted the nib of your quill with a stubbornness that felt almost personal, and you pressed harder, the tip digging into the parchment until the fiber tore, leaving a ragged black scar in the margin of the ledger. Outside the high, narrow windows of the archive, the city of Oakhaven settled into the grey dampness of an early autumn morning, the...

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