The Distant Metropolis

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The mirror in the alcove of the high chamber was not glass, but a sheet of polished obsidian, black and deep as a well in the midnight rain. It stood three feet tall, framed in ironwork that twisted like frozen vines, and in its surface, Elara saw not her own face, but a shifting mist that held the shapes of those who had died without peace. She was the Court’s Whisperer, a title that carried...

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