The Distant Crown
Act I Did you think the crown would stay on your head? I asked myself that as the Director’s boots crunched over the ice in the reclaim dome, the sound sharp and final in the thin, alpine light that filtered through the printed streets. I was Guodong Tang, thirty-two, a border patrol officer who had spent fifteen years keeping the line, and I wanted only the promotion that would cover my...
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