The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, deliberate pull. I did not fight it. Fighting the earth is a waste of breath. I dragged my legs forward, one heavy step after another, through the black slurry of the field. The rain had stopped, but the sky remained a bruised purple, swollen with the memory of the storm. My armor, once polished to a mirror shine that could blind a man, was now caked in...

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