The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

"Cut it off," Elias said. His voice was a rasp, like dry leaves skittering over stone. "The left side. It’s black." I looked at his arm. The frostbite had spread faster than any book promised. It wasn’t just cold. It was a hunger. The skin had turned the color of bruised plums, then to a shiny, dead black. The air in the bunker was thick with the smell of wet wool and old iron. We were three...

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