The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron bit of the saddle bit into her mouth not with pain but with a cold, metallic certainty that tasted of rust and old blood, and Maren stood at the edge of the treeline where the world ended and the fog began, her sword arm raised high in a posture of defiance that felt less like strength and more like the last, trembling spasm of a dying animal, while the shadow of the King, or perhaps...

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