The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud of Oakhaven’s gate was deep and black, sucking at Elias Thorne’s boots with every step. He raised his sword, the blade notched and dull, and parried a strike that would have opened his throat. The man across from him wore the livery of the Crown, a red sash over chainmail, and his face was hidden behind a visor that steamed in the cold October air. Elias did not know his name. He knew...

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