The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud was turning to glass, a hard, black sheet that cracked under the weight of Elias Thorne’s boots, and he heard his own name called out in a voice that was not his, a sound like a wire snapping in the dark. He was fifty-two, a former soldier who had traded the rifle for a shovel and then for a bottle, and now he stood in the middle of a border skirmish that no one else seemed to see, the...

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