The Distant Metropolis
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the outer courtyard into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey sky and the towering, shadowed arches of the keep. We had walked for forty miles from the borderlands, our boots caked in the red clay of the river valley, and we had not spoken. The silence between us was not empty; it was heavy, filled with the sound of...
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