The Distant Metropolis
The hall of the High Keep was a cavern of stone and shadow, where the air hung heavy with the scent of tallow and unwashed wool, and the flickering of the great hearthfire cast long, trembling ghosts across the vaulted ceiling, a dance of light and dark that seemed to mock the stillness of the men who stood within it. Sir Elias Thorne stood at the center of the gathering, his armor dented and...
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