The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The quill in your hand is made of raven feather, the shaft worn smooth by three years of friction against your palm, the nib split and stained with the same rust-colored ink that oozes from the mortar of the Iron Citadel. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and you are trying to write the word *released* in the ledger of the King’s edicts, a bureaucratic act that should be as simple as signing...

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