The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the Hall of Whispers was not merely stale but heavy, a suffocating blanket of dust and dried blood that settled upon the shoulders of Sir Eamon like a shroud he had not chosen. He stood at the foot of the dais, his knees locking under the weight of his forty years and the forty pounds of iron plate that clung to his back, while above him, King Aldric sat upon a throne of black oak,...

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