The Distant Crown
The rain fell in heavy, gray sheets against the high arched windows of the throne room, a relentless drumming that seemed to echo the hollow ache inside Commander Aldous Thorne’s chest as he stood before the King, his hands clasped tightly behind his back to hide the tremor that had begun in his fingers hours ago. He was a man carved from the same hard stone as the castle’s walls,...
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