The Distant Crown
The air inside the Tower of Saint Jude did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of ionized air. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, a physical reminder that the world outside the stone walls had shifted into something unrecognizable. Master Elara sat at the center of the circular chamber, her back straight against the cold granite of the central...
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