The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud in the Somme does not care about your name. It is a cold, wet paste that swallows boots and bones with equal indifference, and you are sinking into it up to your shins as the world ends. You are Corporal Elias Thorne, twenty-four years old, and you are holding a tin of preserved peaches. It is the only clean thing in your possession, a small, dented cylinder of rusted iron that smells...

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