The Distant Crown
The ledger had three hundred and twelve entries. I counted them twice, pressing my thumb against the ink until it smeared black under my nail. The winter frost was two weeks away, and Lord Vane’s patience had lasted three years. My cough was a wet, rattling thing that shook the quill in my hand, leaving red flecks on the parchment like rust. I wiped the blood onto my sleeve and kept writing....
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