The Faded Frontier
The glass orb hung by the chandelier. It spun. "Cut it," said Silas. "Cut what?" " The string. Now." Mara looked up. The orb was a sphere of blue, swirling with white mist. It looked like a storm trapped in water. It hung over the round table. The room was the Antechamber of the High Court. It was not a court of law. It was a court of breath. The walls were made of ribs. Giant, curved bones....
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