The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost had taken the north windowpane first, a white creep that started at the stone and moved inward like a slow, silent thief. Elara wiped her brow with the back of a hand that smelled of lamp oil and old parchment. The scriptorium was cold, a deep, biting chill that had nothing to do with the wind howling outside the pass. She was thirty-two, and she had been the Archivist’s shadow for...

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