The Distant Metropolis

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The sky above the Ironworks did not burn; it bled. A thick, rust-colored smog hung low over the city, a perpetual twilight that swallowed the sun before it could even think of rising. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the soft, black ash that covered the ground like a burial shroud. He was an old man, though his uniform, stiff with the grime of...

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