The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-18 04:25:45 -

The bread was still warm when I broke it. It smelled of yeast and the damp earth of the cellar where I had kept it, a scent that had become the only honest thing in my life. I sat on the edge of the stone bed in the tower, the rough fabric of my shift scratching against my shoulders. Outside, the city of Aethelgard hummed with the low, mechanical rhythm of the day. Below, the streets were a...

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