The Distant Metropolis
You stand in the courtyard of the Blackwood Estate, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves, and you hold the heavy iron key in your hand, the metal cold and biting into your palm like a promise that has already broken. The rain has stopped, leaving the flagstones slick and dark, mirroring the storm clouds that still hang low over the spires of the palace, a kingdom that...
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