The Distant Metropolis
The rain had not stopped for three days, and in the dim, stone-walled infirmary of the fortress, the sound of the downpour against the high, narrow windows served as a constant, rhythmic counterpoint to the slow, wet sound of Arthur’s breathing, a sound that had grown so faint in the last hour that it was less a biological function and more a ghostly echo of the man who had once commanded the...
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