The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud was thick as blood. It sucked at their boots with a wet, heavy sound, a sound that seemed to come from the earth itself, a slow, grinding complaint. Thomas Bradshaw held the medallion in his left hand. It was a small, brass thing, tarnished by sweat and grime. He did not look at it. He looked at the wire. The wire was a gray spiderweb stretched across the no-man's-land. Behind it, the...

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