The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron. In the highest tower of the keep, a place forgotten by the servants and ignored by the lords, a young man sat with his back against the cold wall. His name was Elias, and he wore the battered armor of a royal guard, though the metal was dented and the leather straps were frayed. He was not a...

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