The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream smelled of wet ash and copper. Caelus woke on his knees. The mud was cold. It sucked at his boots like a hungry mouth. He was in the hollow. The trees were black. They stood like sentinels. They had no leaves. They had no breath. "Get up," said a voice. It was old. It was raspy. Like gravel in a tin cup. Caelus looked up. The old man sat on a stone. He wore a cloak of grey rags. His...

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