The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink is wet, Georgi, but the stain is old." Abbot Iosif stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his shadow stretching long across the stone floor, cutting off the last of the afternoon light that fell from the high window. Georgi Beridze did not look up from the parchment. He was forty-two years old, and his hands, usually steady enough to bind a spine with thread, trembled slightly as he...

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