The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall; it was driven, a horizontal sheet of gray sleet that stung the exposed skin of any man who dared step from the shelter of the oak. "Is it true?" Thomas asked. His voice was low, scraped raw by the cold and the smoke of the campfire they had abandoned two hours prior. He stood on the ridge, looking down into the valley where the river bent like a silver wire against the...

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