The Distant Crown
Chapter One The valley of the Aare held its breath under a sky the color of bruised iron, where the mill wheels turned with a steady, grinding rhythm that shook dust from the eaves of every stone house. In the shadow of the great castle, the air was heavy with roasting meat and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Heide Schwarz stood at the edge of the banquet hall, her feet bare on the cold...
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