The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had been falling for three days, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the moors surrounding the manor into a bruised and swollen thing, blurring the line between earth and sky until the world felt less like a place and more like a slow, wet dream. In the high tower of the old house, where the wind whistled through the cracks in the stone like a grieving spirit, sat Elara, a scholar...

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