The Distant Crown
The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone, a cloying sweetness that hung in the air like a thick, invisible fog, pressing against my lungs and making it difficult to draw a full breath. We were gathered in the high vaulted ceiling of the municipal hall, the great figures of the city standing in rigid, ceremonial lines, their faces masked by the dim, amber light of the chandeliers...
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