The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a grey, suspended shroud that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of the sky and the souls of the dead. It was a damp, ancient dampness that seeped into the marrow, a physical weight that pressed against the chest, and for Thomas Bradshaw, it was the only thing that kept the silence at bay. He stood on the parapet of the watchtower, his...

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