The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain does not fall here so much as it rises, a cold, viscous mist that clings to your skin like a second, unwanted dermis, and you stand in the center of the Plaza of Echoes, feeling the weight of your own hands, heavy and useless, resting at your sides while the air tastes of copper and old stone. You are wearing the uniform, the grey wool that has soaked through in three places, and the...

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