The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Mara walked. The road was white. It was made of bone. It stretched into a fog that tasted of iron and old dust. She walked alone. Her boots were heavy. They were iron-shod. They rang against the calcified earth. Each ring echoed. The sound did not fade. It stayed with her. It followed her like a dog. She carried a crown. It was not gold. It was not silver. It was made of glass. It was clear. It...

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