Prince George and the Garden Between Worlds. Prince George was the sort of boy who kept a compass in his pocket and a question on his tongue. He grew up in a palace of marble corridors and careful schedules, loved by a King and Queen who wanted him safe. But safety never quieted the itch in his feet. On clear mornings, he’d ride beyond the orchards and the watchtowers, past the last plowed field, to where the kingdom became a tangle of silver birch and green shadow. One such morning, the path narrowed to a ribbon and vanished altogether. George dismounted to lead his horse and found himself facing a rock wall veined with quartz. In the middle yawned a cave mouth, the air inside cool and damp, smelling of rain and old secrets. He tied the reins, struck flint to torch, and stepped in. The passage curled like a sleeping serpent, opening into a small chamber no larger than the palace pantry. In its center hovered a glassy sphere the size of a melon, floating a hand’s breadth above a stone ...
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