The Distant Metropolis
The fire did not arrive with the roar of a storm, but with the silence of a held breath, a sudden and terrible absence of light that swallowed the city of Oakhaven whole. You stood in the shadow of the great cathedral, your hands, those instruments of your trade, now trembling not with fear but with a profound, aching exhaustion. For three years, you had been the clockmaker of the high quarter,...
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