The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a relentless, gray hammering that turned the cobblestones of the lower quarter into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky, and I stood there, soaked to the bone, watching the water carve its erratic paths through the mud, feeling the cold seep into the marrow of my bones, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do...

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