The Distant Crown
The rain in Alderwick did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the wool of coats and the cracks of the cobblestones, smelling of wet ash and old iron. It was a city built on a foundation of stone so deep that the roots of the trees above it grew sideways, twisting around the basements like fingers clutching a hem. In this damp, grey expanse lived Elias...
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