The Distant Crown
The champagne is warm in your mouth, tasting of sugar and dust. You are standing in the center of the Grand Atrium of the Federal Bureau of Justice, a cathedral of glass and steel that rises fifty stories above the gray pavement of the city. The floor beneath your boots is a single, unbroken sheet of obsidian marble, polished to a mirror sheen. It reflects the faces of the judges, the...
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