The Distant Metropolis
Mara had walked for three days, her feet swollen and blistered within the leather boots that had once belonged to her husband, Silas. The road was a ribbon of red clay cutting through the dense, fog-choked woods of the northern highlands, leading toward the gray, imposing silhouette of the Abbey of St. Jude. She carried nothing but a small, cloth-wrapped bundle in her left hand and a profound,...
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