The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud on the road to the High Pass was not merely wet; it was a living thing, sucking at our boots with a tenacity that felt personal, almost hungry. We had been walking for three days, the rain a constant, gray shroud that blurred the line between the earth and the sky. I was the captain, a title that felt increasingly hollow as the supplies dwindled and the men’s eyes grew hollow in their...

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