The Distant Metropolis
The road to the estate of Blackwood Hall was not merely a path; it was a wound in the landscape, a long, grey scar stretching from the misty lowlands into the teeth of the ancient forest. Elias Thorne walked it with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had carried the world’s weight so long it had fused with his own spine. He was a stranger in this land, a man of the southern cities, whose...
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