The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not stop. It fell on the mud, on the stone, on the dead. It washed the blood from the road but left the smell. Thomas walked. He did not run. Running was for boys. He was old enough to know that running only made the lungs burn and the legs fail. The mud sucked at his boots. Each step was a negotiation with the earth. He wanted it to let go. It refused. He was leaving. That was the...

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