The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The cathedral did not stand so much as it hovered, a colossal ribcage of obsidian and white bone suspended in a void that smelled of ozone and crushed violets, its spires piercing the ceiling of a sky that was not a sky but a vast, churning ocean of silver mist where time pooled like stagnant water and the concept of yesterday had long since rotted into the unrecognizable sludge of eternal now....

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