The Distant Crown
Chapter One Every stone in Aethelgard remembers the name of the man who broke it. Ivana Karapetyan woke with the taste of rust on her tongue, the phantom weight of a crown of iron pressing against her skull. She was thirty-two, a mine surveyor’s assistant in a town that smelled of sulfur and old blood, and she needed the promotion to High Warden before the winter cut the roads. The debt her...
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