The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

In his right hand, Sir Aldric held a goblet of wine that had turned the color of old blood, its surface trembling not from the cellar’s draft but from the sheer weight of the silence pressing against the gilded hall. He was thirty-two, a year older than he looked, and the gold of the court seemed to scrape against his skin like sandpaper. Around him, the courtiers of King Edward laughed, a...

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