The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The oak tree in the yard was dying. Not quickly. Not with a dramatic snap in a storm. It died slowly, its leaves turning to a brittle, rust-colored dust that drifted like ash in the dry wind. Elias Vane stood beneath it, his hands raw and red, gripping the rough bark. He was a soldier, or had been. The uniform was gone, stripped away by the long winters and the longer silences. Only the posture...

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