The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gate screamed. It was a high, thin sound that cut through the fog like a knife. Caleb stood on the platform. He held the sword. The blade was short. It was old. It was his only heirloom. He watched the train leave. It was the last train. He would not follow. The station was empty. The air smelled of coal and wet wool. It smelled of death. He turned. The platform was dark. The lamps...

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