The Distant Crown
Chapter One "You cannot keep hiding behind the rust, Jiri, the Council is waiting and the debt does not pause for your pride." Jiri Marek woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the metallic tang of the circlet he had been polishing for three days until his fingers bled, a dull grey band that his father had left him before the sickness took him. He was twelve, small for his age, living in a...
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