The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, heavy curtain of gray water that blurred the line between the moor and the sky. Elias Thorne sat in the high window of the east wing, his hands resting on the cold stone sill, watching the mist swallow the lower gardens. He was a man of few words and fewer gestures, his face carved from the same stern material as the castle itself, though...

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