The Dragon's Crown
I. The training began before dawn, as it always had. Arthur Blackwood stood in the damp English air, his father's voice cutting through the mist like a blade. Again. The push-up. Again. He was twenty-two years old, and for twenty-two years, this ritual had governed his life. Colonel James Blackwood, retired from service in India, believed that discipline was the foundation of all virtue. Arthur...
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