The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink on your palm is not a stain; it is a covenant. It sits there, a black star mapping the topography of your life, and you cannot wash it away. You are a sergeant in the National Guard, stationed at the edge of the Appalachian ridge where the state line blurs into a gray mist that has no name. The year is now, or perhaps it is the year that will never end, because time has begun to pool in...

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