The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost was not merely on the ground; it was in the marrow. I felt it there, a cold that had no source in the sky, spreading from the center of my chest out to the tips of my fingers. We were walking. I do not remember when we had started, only that the path was narrow, winding through a forest of trees so old their bark looked like petrified muscle. Edward walked ahead of me. He did not look...

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