The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

"Cut it out, lad," the voice said. It was wet. It was thick. It sounded like mud dragged across a stone. You do not look up. You keep your eyes on the seam of the earth. The dirt is cold. It is dark. It smells of iron and old blood. You know this smell. You know it in your bones. You are a thing of the dirt. A shadow with a name. Thomas. Or maybe not Thomas. Names are for the living. For those...

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