The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream was of a root. It ran deep, black and tangled beneath the frost. It did not move. It simply held. Elias woke with his hand clamped over his mouth. The straw in the cot bit into his spine. He was back in the watchtower of Oakhaven. The air smelled of damp wool and old sweat. Below, the town slept under a blanket of gray mist. He was the head of the Watch. A soldier. A keeper of the...

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