The Distant Crown
The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. I sat in the back of the cart, my legs crossed in a way that felt unnatural after years of standing, watching the mud smear across the wheel. My name is Elias Thorne, and I was a clerk for the Merchant Guild, a man who counted coins and signed ledgers with a steady hand, a man who...
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