The Distant Crown
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a sudden, dense fog that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick, black mirrors reflecting the grey, weeping sky above. You stood alone in the center of the square, the weight of your armor, forged from cold iron and older than the kingdom itself, pressing down on your shoulders with a gravity that felt less like physical mass and...
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