The Salt-Eaten Crown

Chapter 3

A Crown That Floats

They had not, in four hundred years, planned for an heir who simply did not die. The priests had no liturgy for it. The court had no protocol. Aedric, dripping on the temple steps and entirely alive, found the silence enormously promising.

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