The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog sat on the ridge like a shroud, thick and cold, pressing against the tin of my helmet. I was Elias, thirty-two, a sergeant in the Fourth Battalion, and for three weeks I had not slept a full night because of the voice in the iron crown. It whispered in the static between heartbeats, a low, grinding hum that only the dead could hear, urging me forward to prove my loyalty to Captain...

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