The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

He woke in the dream with the taste of copper in his mouth. The sky was not blue. It was a bruised purple, heavy and still. He stood in a field of glass. Not sand. Glass. Sharp, glittering shards that reflected a sun he could not see. He was wearing his uniform. The fabric was wet. It clung to his skin like a second body, cold and tight. He looked down at his hands. They were steady. They were...

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