The Distant Crown
The air in the vaulted cathedral of St. Jude’s University smelled of damp stone, old vellum, and the metallic tang of ozone that seemed to permeate the very mortar. Professor Elias Thorne stood before the Great Mirror, a monolithic slab of silvered glass set into the eastern wall of the lecture hall, his reflection staring back at him with a stillness that felt less like an image and more like...
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