The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles sputtered. Smoke curled. The air tasted of wax and sweat. Elias sat at the far end. His hands trembled. He held a goblet. The wine was red. It looked like blood. He did not drink. He watched. Around him, the scholars argued. Their voices were sharp. They spoke of the Grid. They spoke of the Lattice. They used words that had no weight. Words like...

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