The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the Glass Hall did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a ruin, but of ozone and cold iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a metallic aftertaste. Elias Thorne sat on a stool that felt less like furniture and more like an extension of his own skeleton, his hands resting on a table made of a translucent, amber-colored substance that pulsed with a faint,...

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