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They arrived in threes—triplets of impossible pedigree, each bearing a different crown: one of glass that hummed with distant rain, one of salt-streaked bone, one of brass etched with constellations no map remembered. The city called them princes out of habit; nobody asked their names. Behind velvet doors they kept a private hourglass, its sands counted not in seconds but in minutes: 1,071,525 of them were promised to a single decision.