The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The banquet hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not smell of roasted meats or spiced wine, but of ozone and heated metal, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent, metallic lie. In the center of the vast, vaulted chamber, where chandeliers of cold, white light suspended themselves from the darkness above, sat Aldric Vane, the High Archivist, his posture rigid and...

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