The Distant Crown
The gold leaf split with a sound like a dry twig snapping. I stared at the fracture in the band, a jagged white line bleeding through the gilded surface. It was a small thing, a hairline crack, but to the Duke it was an insult. He did not raise his hand again. He simply looked at the crown, then at me, and smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Fix it," he said. "Before the wedding." He...
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