The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ridge does not take your life, it takes your name, and then it takes the face of the one you love. You are twelve years old, Elias, and you are standing at the edge of the Whispering Ridge, where the grass turns to stone and the air tastes of iron and old blood. Below you, in the valley of Oakhaven, the mist clings to the thatched roofs like a shroud, and you can see the light in your...

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