The Distant Metropolis
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old city into slick, black mirrors reflecting nothing but the weary, sodden faces of the men who walked them, and as the heavy, iron-gated carriage of the Inquisitor’s office ground to a halt before the towering, damp walls of the Citadel, the silence inside the vehicle was so thick it seemed...
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