The Distant Crown
Act I Nadya Zaytsev wiped the rust from the hydroponic tray, her fingers slipping on the wet metal. The greens were dying, their roots pale and thin in the nutrient solution, a small green grave in the corner of the maintenance airlock. She needed the crown. She needed it to save her brother, Petya, whose debt to the water bureau had grown into a cage of silence in the debtors’ prison. The...
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