The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The stone walls of the infirmary wept with condensation, a cold sweat that turned the floor to slick mud beneath Elias Thorne’s boots, but the chill was nothing compared to the rattle in Martha’s chest. He sat on the edge of the iron bed, his hand wrapped around hers, feeling the fragile, bird-like pulse beneath her skin, while the winter wind howled outside the barred window. "You are wasting...

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