The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Juan Cortes coughed, a wet, tearing sound that shook the dust from the ceiling beams of the scriptorium. He was forty-five, and his lungs felt like crushed paper, wet and heavy. The Ash Plague had taken the summer, and now it was eating his winter. He leaned over the desk, his fingers trembling as he held the quill, the ink pooling in the nib. He was not writing history. He was chasing a ghost....

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