The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hammered the tin roof of the barracks, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that matched the pounding in Elias Thorne’s skull. He stood before the command tent, mud caking his boots, his uniform torn at the shoulder where the thorns of the Whispering Woods had already begun to claim him. Inside, High Commander Halloway sat behind a desk of polished oak, his face a mask of bureaucratic...

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