The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud sucked at your boots with a wet, tearing sound, a sound that matched the grinding of your knees as you forced them to hold the line. You were Elias, thirty-two, and the rain had turned your chainmail into a shroud, heavy and cold against your skin. You wanted to hold the gate until dawn, a specific, brutal desire that had nothing to do with glory and everything to do with the weight of...

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