The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the high, narrow windows of the cathedral, a persistent and grey finger tapping against the glass, demanding entry into the silent, vaulted space where the air tasted of damp stone, old incense, and the metallic tang of fear. Sir Edward Ashworth stood at the center of the nave, his back to the altar, his spine a rigid line of steel and leather...

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