The Distant Crown
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray veil that turned the world outside the high windows of the tower into a watercolor of slate and ash. Inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of condensation from the stone beams and the soft, scratching sound of Elias’s quill against the vellum. He sat hunched over his desk, a pool of candlelight...
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