The Distant Crown
Chapter One Vesna Grigoryan wiped the soot from her forehead with a rag that smelled of bleach and old sweat, her back aching from the heavy broom she had been dragging across the linoleum of the school gymnasium for three hours. The summer shift at the coastal high school was supposed to be light work, a way to pay off the medical bill for her father’s hip, but the heat on the Balkan coast was...
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