The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall; it hung. It suspended itself in the air of the old quarter like a grey curtain drawn too close to the window, blurring the streetlamps into weeping halos. Elias stood under the eave of the bakery, his coat soaked through, watching the drop. "You're late, Elias," said the voice from the shadows. He turned. It was not a voice, exactly, but a vibration that rattled in his...

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