The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink on the parchment did not dry. It bled, a slow, rust-colored seep that looked less like writing and more like a fresh wound opening on the skin of the page. I dipped the quill again. The air in the vault tasted of copper and old dust, a flavor I had known for forty-two years, a taste that had settled into my teeth and my bones. I am Elias. I am a scribe. I am alone. The King’s final...

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