The Distant Metropolis
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world against the black stone of the Inquisitor’s Hall, a structure that had stood in the shadow of the old cathedral for six hundred years, its walls thick enough to hold the screams of the damned and the prayers of the saved in equal measure, and within that suffocating atmosphere, Elias...
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