The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a cold, wet shroud that chokes the cobblestones of the old city into a gray slurry. You are on your knees in the mud, your breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps, the iron taste of blood thick in your mouth. Your sword, the one you have carried since boyhood, lies broken at your feet, its edge dull and useless against the sheer, impossible...

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