The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-19 14:12:49 -

The air in the Citadel of Aethelgard tasted of copper and old stone, a dry, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before I had even drawn a breath. I stood alone in the antechamber, the floor beneath my boots slick with condensation that seemed to seep up from the earth itself, as if the ground were weeping for the world above. Outside, the sky was not a sky but a bruised ceiling of...

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