The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The wind cuts through your cloak. It is a sharp, cold thing, older than the stone walls you pass. You walk. The road is grey. The sky is grey. You are Elias. You are the Sage. Or so they say. You carry a staff of ash wood. It is smooth. It is warm. You do not look down. You look ahead. The village is in the valley. Smoke rises from the chimneys. It is thin. It is sad. You see the hedges. They...

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