The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hammered against the wet concrete of the Citadel’s outer wall, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that masked the sound of Elias Thorne’s boots as he adjusted the strap of his service rifle. He stood at the gate, thirty-four years old, with twelve years of service etched into the deep lines around his eyes and a debt of forty thousand dollars hanging over his head like a guillotine blade....

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