The Distant Crown
The rain hits the cobblestones with a rhythm that feels like a heartbeat. It is a slow, heavy beat. You stand at the edge of the town. The town is small. It is made of stone and shadow. The mist curls around your ankles. You are leaving. You carry a pack. It is light. It should be heavier. It holds only bread and a knife. Your brother waits for you. His name is Thomas. He is older. He has a...
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