The Distant Wound
The stone of the Obsidian Citadel does not merely stand; it breathes, a slow, tidal rhythm that you have felt in your teeth for thirty-four years, a sensation that is less like vibration and more like the pressure of deep water against eardrums. You are Elias Thorne, Senior Warden, and you have waited six years for the promotion to High Warden that will allow you to sign the death warrant for...
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