The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the dirt road into a soup of red clay and rotting leaves. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the back of the open wagon, his uniform soaked through, the wool heavy and cold against his skin. He did not shiver, though the wind cut through the fabric with a needle’s precision. Beside him, holding the reins with hands that trembled slightly from the cold,...
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