The Distant Crown
Chapter One "Does the root know where the blood goes?" Aisha Laham asked the silence of the valley. The question hung in the damp air, unanswered. She stood beneath the Iron-Root Tree, its bark grey and hard as the old kilns at the base of the mountain. There were one hundred and nine of those kilns, crumbling into the scree, but only this tree remained standing. It was ancient, unkillable, and...
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