The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended veil over the cobblestones of the old city, washing the color from the world until everything was a monochrome study in stone and shadow. Elian stood at the threshold of the apothecary, his fingers wrapped tight around the rough hemp rope that secured his satchel, the knuckles white against the damp air, feeling the cold seep through...

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