The Distant Crown
Chapter One My hands shook as I pressed the glass vial against my thigh, the cold biting through the wool of my coat, a sharp, clean pain that kept me anchored to the street. We were running, my battalion and I, down the center of the market district, the cobblestones slick with the grime of the recent rain and the blood of the first few who had fallen. General Kael’s voice had boomed from the...
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