The Distant Metropolis

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The stone of the citadel did not merely stand; it breathed, a slow and tidal rhythm that I felt in the marrow of my bones before I even touched the cold iron of the gate, for here in the high reaches of the old world, the architecture was not built but grown, a calcified exhalation of centuries of whispered prayers and bound spirits that demanded a physicality from any soul that dared cross its...

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