The Crown of Curses

Previously

…She looked down at her hands, calloused and strong, hands that had always known the comforting weight of iron. Now, they were about to embark on a journey to lift a curse. Hesitation still warred with a nascent sense of duty, doubt wrestling with a flicker of courage. The path ahead was unknown, terrifying, and utterly her own. The Sunstone Throne, a phantom from a forgotten age, had claimed her. And Elara, the unassuming blacksmith, had no choice but to answer its call.