The Distant Metropolis

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The rain fell upon the city of Oakhaven not as water, but as a grey, viscous mist that seeped into the stone and the soul alike, clinging to the cobblestones with a persistence that mirrored the slow, grinding erosion of Elias Thorne’s own vitality. He stood at the window of his high tower in the University of Saint Jude, a place where the air was thick with the scent of damp parchment and the...

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