The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Did she actually think the leaf would save her? Ylva Dahlberg held the blackened oak leaf in her left hand, feeling its faint, cold pulse against the skin. It was the only thing that had kept her hands steady during the night cycle, when the hydroponics bay hummed with the damp, metallic smell of recycled water and failing filters. She was thirty-four, a border guard on the outer rim of the...

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