The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool. We were three. Sergeant Elias Thorne, Corporal Marcus Hale, and me. We were bound for the town of Oakhaven. The air was cold. It bit our faces. We carried rifles. We carried orders. The orders were in a leather tube. No one opened it. We knew what was inside. We knew who we were taking. Elias sat by the window. His hands were still. They were large....

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