The Distant Metropolis
The rain in Ashworth Hall did not wash things clean; it merely made the dust slick, a grey slurry that clung to the cobblestones of the courtyard like a secret. Elias stood by the tall, arched window, his fingers resting on the cold glass, watching the headmaster’s carriage rattle away into the mist. He had been summoned to the inner sanctum of the university, a place of mahogany and silence,...
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