The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain falls on the thatch like a heavy, grey shroud. You stand at the window of the great hall, your hand resting on the cold iron of the door handle. The wood is old. It groans under the weight of the storm. You are a knight of the Crown. You wear the sash of the King’s Guard. But here, in this remote manor, you are only a man in wet clothes. Your wife, Elara, sits in the corner. She does...

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