The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

"Ylva, you cannot wear that thing. It is not a crown; it is a wound." Kael’s voice was low, a rasp that cut through the humid air of the obsidian hall. I stood alone in the center of the room, the living crown of thorns pulsing against my palms in time with my own blood. The air tasted of iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat, signaling the Council’s growing suspicion of my...

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