The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the Sanctum of the Pale Sun did not smell of rot or decay, as the histories of the Outer Lands suggested, but of burnt sugar and old iron, a scent that coated the back of my throat and settled into the marrow of my bones with a viscosity that defied the coldness of the stone walls around us. I sat on the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the single drop of alchemical...

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