The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ledger on the table before me listed three hundred and twelve days of service, each day accounted for in ink that had long since dried into the parchment’s grain. I was Aldric, forty years old, a squire of the Iron Order, and my hands trembled as I counted the coins in the pouch at my belt, the metal cold and heavy against my thigh. The feast hall of King Edmund was a cavern of noise and...

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