The Wistful Throne

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The stone of the Great Aqueduct did not fall; it turned to gray powder, a sudden exhalation of dust that swallowed the morning light and the lives of those standing beneath the arch, and among them was my wife, Mara, whose hand I was holding when the world dissolved into ash. I was holding the ceremonial loaf, the white, dense bread of the city’s founding, a symbol of our unity, and as the...

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