The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the bruised sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the end of the pier, his back to the town, watching the water lap against the rotting pilings. He was waiting for the ferry, but the ferry was late, and the silence was louder than the storm. His coat was soaked...
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