The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Stavros Georgiou was thirty years old, owed forty drachmas for a thatched roof, and was currently bleeding from a jagged wound in his left shoulder. The mud of the Peloponnese was cold, a physical weight against his chest, and the smell of burnt oak and wet clay filled his nose before he even opened his eyes. He lay in the trench, the silence around him louder than the artillery that had...

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