The Shadow of the Iron Crown
Act I: The Contract Rain in London did not wash things clean. It made everything wetter. Jack Mercer knew this the way a man knows the face of someone he has spent too long with — with a mixture of resignation and the grim acknowledgment that there is nowhere else to go. He stood under the eaves of a tavern in Cheapside and watched the rain turn Cheapside Street into a river of mud and refuse,...
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