The Distant Metropolis
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old market square into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the grey, weeping sky. Aldous stood beneath the eaves of the stone archway, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, watching the water drip from the roof tiles in a steady, rhythmic platter. He was a man who had spent forty years studying the laws of the realm,...
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