The Distant Crown
Inquisitor Thorne, the vine on Julian’s brow had not moved since the last candle was trimmed. "You claim a paradox," Thorne said, his voice dry as parchment. "You claim that if I burn the book, the fire is innocent, and if I read it, the book is guilty. Is that the shape of your argument, Master Vane?" Elias Vane stood in the center of the High Court, the flagstones cold through his thin boots....
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