The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a gray, unbroken sheet against the windowpanes of the old manor, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of mud and dying leaves. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old wax. Your uniform was dry, but your hands were cold. They were always cold now, even in the midday heat, a tremor...

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