The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The stone of the tower was cold enough to bite through the leather of Kaelen’s gloves. He stood alone in the dark, the only light a single tallow candle guttering on the sill. In his hand, he held a small glass vial, the liquid inside a deep, bruised purple. It was nightshade tincture, distilled from the black berries that grew in the shadows of the royal gardens. He had spent three years...

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