The Golden Farce
The great hall of the Citadel of Glass did not echo; it hummed, a low, tectonic vibration that rose through the soles of the boots and settled in the marrow of the bone. It was a structure of impossible geometry, a cathedral of crystal and steel that floated in a void of swirling, nebulous amber light, detached from any known continent or century. Elias Vane stood at the center of the main...
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