The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in this city does not fall; it hangs. It is a grey, suffocating curtain that turns the streets into slick mirrors of neon and decay. I walked with my head down, the weight of my badge pulling at my hip, a lead anchor dragging me through the sludge of the lower districts. My name is Elias Thorne, and for twenty years I have been a shield for a city that would rather I were a sword. But...

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