The Distant Metropolis

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The road into the Valley of Ash did not end so much as it surrendered to the fog. It was a gray, breathing thing that swallowed the wheels of the carriage whole, erasing the horizon, the sky, and the memory of the sun. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his back pressed against the rough velvet, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword though the metal had gone cold in the mist. He was a man of...

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