The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost bit deep into the heath. It was a white silence. The kind that swallows sound. Caelen walked. His boots sank into the rime. Each step was a small death of the earth. He was not a man. Not truly. The skin was too tight. The eyes held a green, wet light. A deer’s look. A thing of the wild. He wore the shape of a man, but the spirit inside was older. It was a spirit of the root and the...

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