The Distant Temple

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The banquet hall of the Floating City of Aethel smelled of roasted goose and ozone, a cloying mixture that hung heavy in the air above the churning clouds below. I sat at the edge of the long table, my hands trembling slightly as I held my goblet, the crystal catching the candlelight in fractured, jagged shards of gold. The Guild Masters, men of geometric precision and cold ambition, watched me...

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