The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in the Ash Vale did not fall so much as it leaked from the sky, a grey, persistent mist that settled into the wool of our coats and the cracks of the stone walls. I stood at the threshold of the High Ward, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the satchel at my hip. Inside lay the Crimson Cloak, a garment so dark it seemed to drink the light, woven with threads...

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