The Distant Crown
The chalice was heavy, its rim worn smooth by generations of kings, and Elias held it with a grip that betrayed the tremor in his left hand. He stood at the center of the Great Hall, the feast of the King’s coronation anniversary unfolding around him in a blur of roasted meat and spilled wine, while forty years of service pressed against his temples like a tightening band. He wanted only to be...
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