The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey curtain of static that smelled of wet asphalt and diesel. Elias stood on the corner of Pike and Pine, watching the traffic crawl in a thick, sluggish vein of red taillights. He was twelve years old, though he felt the weight of a man who had forgotten how to breathe. In his right hand, he held a glass sphere, no larger than a plum,...

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