The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, black mirror that reflected the flickering gaslights and the weary faces of the men who huddled beneath the eaves. Elias Thorne sat on a wet bench in the center of the square, his fingers tracing the frayed hem of his waistcoat, a garment that had once been the finest in the city but now bore the...

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