The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

I woke with the taste of copper and rain on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool. In the dream, we were in the square, not the bunker, and the light was golden, hitting the cobblestones in a way that made the shadows look like long, thin fingers reaching for our ankles. My brother, Elias, was standing by the fountain, his back to me. He wasn’t wearing his Kevlar. He was...

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