The Distant Crown
The frost had not yet taken the hold of the northern ridge, but the cold was already a physical weight in the air, a static charge that made the hair on my arms stand on end. I stood at the edge of Sector Four, watching the Crown. It was there, as it had been for twenty-two years, a hairline fracture of pale, violet light stretching across the valley floor, separating the jurisdiction we...
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