The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The damp in the cellar of the Palace of Whispers does not smell of rot, but of old iron and wet wool, a scent that clings to the tongue like a bad penny. I am Elara, thirty-two years old, and I have been bound by a contract of silence for the last decade, serving as the court seer to a King who is dying and a Regent who is smiling. I want only to be free, and the price of that freedom is...

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