The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of the city into slick, mirror-like ribbons reflecting the dim amber glow of the streetlamps, and it was in this suffocating humidity, this heavy, wet air that pressed against the skin like a damp cloth, that Elias Vance stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, watching his father’s house, the house that...
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