The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the stone walls of the Abbey of Saint Jude like a shroud. Thomas Ashworth stood at the window of the scriptorium, his fingers tracing the condensation on the cold glass. Outside, the forest was a black smear against the pale sky, and the wind moved through the pines with a sound like distant, weeping voices. He...

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