The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold and persistent mist that clung to the wool of their cloaks and seeped into the very marrow of their bones, turning the ancient, moss-eaten road into a slurry of mud and memory. Sir Aldric, his face a map of scars both old and fresh, walked at the head of the column, his armor heavy with the weight of a duty he could no longer name,...

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