The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gaslight and the damp, heavy air, and it was in this suffocating quiet, amidst the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco, that Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the White Hart tavern, his fingers wrapped tightly around a mug of ale that had...

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