The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain fell in sheets. Gray and cold. It slicked the cobblestones of the lane leading up to the monastery. Thomas pulled his cloak tighter. The wool was heavy. Wet. It dragged at his shoulders. He carried a satchel. Inside, a single loaf of bread. Stale. Hard as stone. He ate nothing. Not yet. The gate loomed. Black wood. Iron bands. Rusted. The portcullis was down. A monk stood at the...

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