The Distant Crown
The rain had been falling on the grey stone of the city for three days without pause, a relentless, cold sheet that turned the cobblestones into a slick mirror reflecting the dim, flickering light of the gas lamps that lined the narrow, winding streets. You stood in the shadow of the archway leading into the Market Square, your hands buried deep in the pockets of your heavy, woolen coat,...
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