The Distant Crown
Chapter One "You cannot leave before the solstice," Old Han said. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping against stone. Zhen Luo looked up from his ledger. The air in the East Wing was thick with a low hum that vibrated in his molars. It was a sound that had no source, a pressure that sat behind his eyes and pushed against the roof of his mouth. He had been working for three days without...
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