The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud was the color of dried blood, thick and sucking at the boots of the men who crawled through it, and it was in this filth that a voice, ragged and thin as old parchment, called out for Elias. "Thorne! Keep your head down, you old bastard, or the next shell will find you!" It was the shout of a private, young and terrified, who did not know that the man he addressed was already dying,...

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