The Distant Metropolis
The iron key did not rust. This was the first anomaly that Master Inquisitor Elias Thorne noted in his ledger, a small, dry fact recorded in the same hand that had signed the death warrants of three heretics. The key was an object of unassuming geometry, cold to the touch, heavy with a silence that seemed to absorb the ambient light of the stone chamber. Elias held it in his palm, feeling the...
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