The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The summons came from the mud, a voice hoarse from shouting orders over the wind. Aldric, Aldric, get your horse ready, we move at dawn. He wiped the silt from his gauntlet and looked toward the ridge where the sun was struggling to break through the gray overcast. The Iron Crown was the prize, a relic of old power that the King claimed would shield the realm from the plague spreading through...

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