The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog sat heavy on the moors. It smelled of wet iron and old ash. Elias Thorne walked. He had walked for three days. His boots were heavy with mud. The mud was black. It clung to his soul as much as his leather. He carried a rifle. The rifle was cold. He did not need it. He knew this. But he carried it anyway. It was a weight. A familiar weight. He was a captain. Or he had been. The war was...

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