The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-19 09:46:02 -

The morning mist clung to the valley like a wet shroud, dampening the stone walls of the manor and seeping into the bones of those who dwelt within, a chill that no amount of firewood could banish from the marrow. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his study, a place he had claimed as his own through the sheer, unyielding gravity of his presence, watching the rain streak the glass in long,...

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