The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The banquet hall of Lord Malcom’s castle smelled of smoke, sweat, and old blood. Thomas stood by the long oak table, his stomach a hollow ache against his ribs. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that trembled slightly from the cold damp of the stone floor. Before him lay a roasted boar, its skin crisp and dark, glistening with rendered fat. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever...

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