The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The dream always began with the sound of breaking ice. It was not the sharp crack of winter’s grip shattering, but a dull, wet fracture, like a bone giving way under too much weight. In the dream, Thomas stood in a field of gray water that rose to his waist. The water was cold, a cold that seeped into his marrow and stayed there, numbing the pain of the bruise forming on his shin. He was...

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