The Distant Crown
The iron gauntlet of the Blackguard struck the cobblestones of Highgate Street with a sound like a bone snapping, and beneath the impact, the world did not shatter so much as it held its breath, trembling in a silence that was louder than the scream of the blade being drawn. Elias Thorne was not a warrior, nor had he ever aspired to be one, for he was a clerk of the Guild of Weavers, a man...
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