The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The sound of the shield breaking was not a crash, but a sigh, a long, wet exhalation of wood and leather giving way to the relentless thrust of the spear. You do not remember picking up the blade. You do not remember deciding to fight. In the mud of the field, beneath a sky the color of bruised iron, your hands are moving with a precision that belongs to a ghost. The man across from you, a...

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