The Distant Crown
The atrium of St. Jude’s Pediatric Oncology Center hummed with a sterile, electric vitality that felt less like life and more like the sustained, high-pitched whine of a machine straining against its limits. Leo, twelve years old and sharp-featured, sat on a plastic chair that was too small for his knees, holding a piece of paper so crumpled it had lost its shape, a map of a castle he had drawn...
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