The Distant Metropolis

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The cold in the Watch Tower was not merely a temperature; it was a presence, a living thing that pressed against the stone and seeped through the gaps in my armor. I sat on the floor, my back against the rough-hewn wall, listening to the wind whistling through the slits of the embrasure. It was a high place, the keep of Aethelgard, suspended above the misty valley where the river carved its...

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