The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bus stops. You step off. The air smells of wet asphalt and diesel. It is evening. The town is small. It is called Oakhaven. You are here to take the post. You are a soldier. You have been a soldier for twenty years. Now you are a guard. A keeper of the peace. Or so the papers say. You walk to the house. It is old. The wood is gray. The paint is peeling. Your wife, Clara, is waiting. She is...

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