The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost crept across the windowpane like a spider’s web. It was thin. It was fragile. It held. Elias pressed his forehead against the cold glass. The cold bit. It was honest. He was a captain. He wore the silver epaulets. He wore the guilt. The village below slept. They did not know he was awake. They did not know he was listening. He heard the wind. The wind was a voice. It whispered of...

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