The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a thin film of oil and sorrow that coated the cobblestones and the heavy wool coats of the men who walked them. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Mill Street, watching the door of the Blackwood Inn swing open and shut in the wet wind. He had come to say goodbye to a woman who had not yet left. For three years,...

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