The Distant Metropolis

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The fire did not start with a spark, but with a breath. It exhaled from the mouth of the old iron stove, a long, rattling sigh that smelled of sulfur and rotting oak, and in the span of a single heartbeat, the thatch of the roof became a cathedral of light. Thomas stood in the center of the hall, watching the beams blacken and twist, his face illuminated by the furious, dancing gold. He did not...

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