Orso raised his brows. He picked up the crown from the table with exaggerated care, the way a mother might pick up a newborn baby. ‘This was to be mine. This almost was mine. This is what you fought for, all those years. And this is what you kept from me, in the end.’ He turned it slowly around in his hands, the jewels sparkling. ‘When you build your life around only one thing, love only one person, dream only one dream, you risk losing everything at a stroke. You built your life around your brother. I built mine around a crown.’ He gave a heavy sigh, pursed his lips, then tossed the circle of
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