The Distant Metropolis
The iron gate of the citadel groaned shut behind you, a sound that seemed to seal the world away, leaving you alone in the sterile silence of the guardhouse. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, and you have been sent to this isolated outpost on the northern border not for your bravery, which is undeniably high, but for your silence, which is absolute. The air here is thin and tastes of rust and...
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