Аннотация
To Riley and Logan
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
—Anne Brontë
IN THE BEGINNING
IN the beginning was the darkness, and in the darkness was a girl,
and in the girl was a secret. The secret was as old as the cracked
cobblestone streets of Yuan, as peculiar as the roses that bloom eternally
within the domed city’s walls, as poisonous as forgotten history and the
stories told in its place.
By the time the girl was born, the secret was all but lost. The stories
had become scripture, and only the very brave—or very mad—dared to
doubt them. The girl was raised on the stories, and never questioned their
truth, until the day her mother took her walking beyond the city walls.
In the wilds outside, a voice as fathomless as the ocean spoke to her
of a time before the domed cities, before wholes became halves and
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