The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gate did not creak, for it was not made of iron, but of compressed silence, and Maren had forgotten how to breathe. She stood at the threshold of the Atrium, a vast, circular chamber where the floor was a mosaic of crushed obsidian and bone, reflecting a sky that had no stars, only a slow, rotating bruise of violet light. Her hands, once the tools of her trade, were now trembling, the...

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