The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hits the mud of the marsh with a sound like tearing cloth. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and your hands are shaking, not from the cold, but from the weight of the brass circlet in your pocket. It is the Distant Crown. It does not grant power. It reflects fear. And right now, it is reflecting a small girl coughing blood into a white sheet. You want to save Mara. She is twenty,...

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