The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron circlet was cold against Elias Thorne’s forehead, colder than the cellar stone beneath his knees. He had served twenty years in the border guard, twenty years of mud, blood, and the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots on wet earth, all for a pension that would keep Clara from the debt collectors. But Colonel Vane had other plans. Vane had framed him for desertion, a charge that carried not...

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