The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The shattering of the crystal was not a sound but a violence, a physical rupture in the air that tasted of ozone and old blood, and I stood there in the center of the Great Hall, the shards of the Royal Astrolabe scattering across the black marble floor like the broken teeth of a god, while the Chancellor’s shadow fell over me, long and cold and absolute, and I understood in that suspended...

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