The Distant Crown
The cloak is heavy. You feel it on your shoulders before you even look down. It is wool and mud. It is old. You are in the village of Oakhaven. It is raining. The rain is cold. It hits the thatch. It hits the stone. It hits your face. You do not blink. You are leaving. You are walking away from the house. The house is dark. The door is open. No one is inside. You walk to the well. The water is...
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