The Distant Crown
The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, striking the wet cobblestones of the courtyard like a thousand tiny hammers. Elias Vance did not flinch. He stood before the High Court of the City, his hands bound in iron that bit into his wrists, the metal slick with sweat and rain. Around him, the air hummed with a low, thrumming frequency, a vibration that rattled the teeth and blurred the...
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