The Distant Crown
The rain had turned the valley floor into a slurry of mud and rot, a grey paste that sucked at the boots of the men who stood in the narrow pass. Captain Elias Thorne watched the water run in rivulets down the fractured stone path, the ancient boundary marker that separated the Crown’s jurisdiction from the wild lands beyond. He was thirty-two years old, a man whose face had been carved by wind...
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