The Distant Crown
The air in the Atrium tasted of ozone and old paper, a scent that had permeated the walls so thoroughly that even the breath of the visitors seemed to carry the dust of centuries. It was a vast, circular room suspended in a void that was neither light nor dark, but a humming gray static that pressed against the skin like a physical weight. In the center of this infinite hall stood a single...
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