The Distant Metropolis
The iron seal cracked under the weight of the hammer, sending a spray of molten slag into the night air. It hissed, a high, thin sound that cut through the drumming of the rain against the roof of the manor. Elias stood in the courtyard, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ritual he was performing. He was a man of few words, a keeper of the old arts, a...
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