The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain fell in long, gray sheets over the valley of Ashwick. It turned the mud into a slick, brown mirror that reflected the pale sky. Marcus Holt walked with his head down. He carried a satchel. Inside was a book. It was a ledger of debts. It was also a record of names. He was a scholar. Or he had been, before the silence took him. Now he was a ghost in his own life. He walked the road that...

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