The Distant Crown
Eadric. The name was not spoken as a greeting but as a summons, sharp and flat against the stone walls of the tower, cutting through the howling wind that had finally breached the outer curtain wall. You turned from the window where the snow was driving sideways, a white blur that erased the courtyard, and looked at Thomas. He stood in the doorway, his cloak heavy with sleet, his face pale and...
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