The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, greasy mist that coated the cobblestones and clung to the wool of my greatcoat, carrying with it the perpetual scent of coal dust and rotting river water. I sat at the cramped desk in my quarters, the ink still wet on the page, watching the letters dry into the paper as if they were being absorbed by the damp wood itself. I was...

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