The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fever had stripped the world to bone. Miles lay in the ditch, his body a map of failing lines. The mud was cold, a slick, black mirror reflecting a sky that no longer held stars. It held only the Gloom, a thick, breathing fog that rolled in from the treeline. It tasted of copper and rot. He coughed, and the sound was a wet, jagged thing, tearing through the silence. "Can you see it?" a...

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