The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mortar in your hands is gray, thick as wet clay, and it smells of crushed chalk and river stone. You are the Master Mason of the High City, a title that carries no weight in the market square but immense gravity in the guild hall. You have spent forty years perfecting the art of binding, of holding things together against the pull of gravity and time. Today, however, you are not building a...

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