The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The road was not a road. It was a scar across the face of the wilderness, a ribbon of mud and broken stone that twisted through the white silence of the snow. Thomas walked at the head of the column. His boots crunched against the ice with a sound that seemed too loud in the stillness. He did not look back. To look back was to admit that he was leaving something behind, and Thomas had not left...

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