The Distant Metropolis

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The iron was hot, not with the dry, sharp heat of the forge, but with the damp, lingering warmth of a body that had recently left the world. You stood before the anvil in the center of the Great Hall of the Order of the Silver Shield, your hands wrapped in leather gloves that were stained black with soot and something darker, something that looked suspiciously like dried blood, though you told...

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