The Distant Crown
The iron key was cold, so cold it seemed to suck the heat from Edward’s palm, leaving a numbness that traveled up his wrist and settled in the bone. He held it in the center of the empty stone room, the only object in the vast, echoing chamber, and the silence pressed against his eardrums like deep water. Outside, the wind moaned through the high, narrow windows, a low, continuous groan that...
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