The Distant Metropolis

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The stone cracks first, not with the sound of a gunshot, but with the deep, tectonic groan of something ancient deciding to die, and you are standing in the center of the square with your rifle slung low, your knuckles white against the cold iron, watching the facade of the Old Hall shatter into a cascade of grey dust and jagged shards that rain down upon the cobblestones like the teeth of a...

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