The Distant Crown
The iron crown weighed three pounds, a rusted ring of jagged metal that Elias Thorne held against his chest like a shield and a shackle. He stood in the mud before the gate of Oakhaven, his boots sinking into the autumn slurry, while Alderman Vane looked down from the stone walkway with the cold, bureaucratic disdain of a man inspecting a stain on a ledger. Vane’s scribe, a young man named...
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