The Distant Crown
Chapter One I keep the silence of the trench in my teeth, a cold stone I have not yet swallowed, because if I speak of the night the silver circlet cracked, the words will taste like iron and blood, and I am too tired to chew them over again. We were in the third year of the Ashen War, the kind of war that does not end with a treaty but with the slow exhaustion of the men who fight it, and I...
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