The Distant Metropolis
The road to Oakhaven was not merely a path of packed earth and crushed limestone but a living artery of mud and memory, pulsing with the slow, viscous grief of a season that refused to end, and it was upon this unforgiving ribbon that Elara Vance walked, her boots sinking into the mire as if the earth itself were swallowing her whole, step by deliberate, agonizing step. She was the last of the...
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