The Distant Crown
The road was a scar of mud and stone. Captain Elias Thorne walked. His boots were heavy. The leather was wet. He carried a pack. Inside the pack was a crown. It was not gold. It was iron. It was rusted. It was broken. He walked alone. The forest closed in. The trees were old. Their branches twisted like broken bones. The sky was gray. It had been gray for three days. Rain fell in thin, cold...
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