The Distant Crown
The rain came down in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the edges of the road until the world was nothing but water and mud. Elias walked. His boots were heavy, soaked through to the bone, but he kept moving. The wind cut through his thin coat, a physical weight against his ribs. He was tired. Tired in the way that sleep could not fix. Tired in the marrow. He reached the house at the top of...
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