The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the keep did not smell of stone, but of iron and old sweat, a pungent perfume that clung to the wool of Edward’s doublet. He stood at the center of the circular hall, his back to the single, narrow window that looked out onto the grey, churning mist of the moor. Around him, the silence was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against his eardrums. He was a captain of the Royal...

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