The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it seeped, a gray, persistent mist that clung to the wool of their coats and the iron of their rifles. It was the year of the ironworks, when the smoke from the mills in the lowlands hung low enough to taste, a metallic tang that coated the tongue and settled in the lungs. Thomas Ashworth sat alone on a boulder overlooking the churning river, his...

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