The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hit the mud like a hammer. Warden Hale stood on the ridge. His coat was wet. The wool was heavy. It dragged at his shoulders. He did not care. He watched the valley below. The fog was thick. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the road. It swallowed everything. He held the iron staff. The wood was black. It was old. It was worn. The metal head was dull. It had lost its shine years...

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