The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the glasshouse did not smell of soil or rain, but of ozone and old paper, a scent that hung heavy in the throat like a secret too large to keep. Julian sat on the cold stone floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching the light fracture through the curved panes above him into a thousand shifting shards of gold and violet. He was nine years old, though he often felt older,...

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