The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud on the northern ridge was black and sucking, a heavy thing that fought every step you took, but your boots were caked in it before you even reached the tree line. You found the boot in the slurry, a child’s shoe, small and brown, half-buried in the wet earth. It was not a weapon, but it felt like one in your hand, a tangible piece of the wrongness that had been creeping into the sector...

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