The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The spire of the old cathedral did not fall; it simply ceased to be part of the physical world. One moment, the iron lattice stood against the grey October sky, a skeleton of rust and ambition piercing the clouds. The next, it was a tear in the fabric of reality, bleeding light that smelled of ozone and wet stone. I was standing on the scaffolding, my fingers white-knuckled on the cold metal,...

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