The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in the Highlands did not fall; it struck, a cold, relentless hammering that turned the heath into a soup of black peat and grey stone. Sergeant Elias Thorne waded through the mire, his boots sinking with a wet, sucking sound that was the only counter-rhythm to the thunder overhead. He was thirty-two years old, a man carved from the siege lines of Acre, and he carried the weight of a...

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