The Distant Metropolis

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I left the tower before the rain stopped. The air in the corridor was stale, thick with the smell of damp stone and old blood, a scent that had seeped into the mortar over centuries. I carried my satchel, heavy with the bones I had collected, and my left knee throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that had become my constant companion. It was a pain I had come to know better than my own...

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