The Distant Temple
The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of cold air that seemed to suck the warmth from the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the High Court, the shards of the Cerulean Vessel glittering on the marble floor like a scattered constellation of broken promises. I had done it. I, the humble glassblower from the lower districts, had destroyed the Emperor’s...
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