The Distant Crown
Chapter One Concetta Ferraro’s left hand was a cage of fire, the bones grinding against each other with every step she took up the muddy slope toward the town hall. The sleet had turned the path into a slick, tea-colored slurry that sucked at her boots, and the cold bit into her fingers, making the ache in her knuckles throb in a rhythm that matched her pulse. She wanted to speak, to lay out...
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