The Distant Metropolis

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The winter had arrived with a violence that stripped the bare elms of their last stubborn leaves, turning the village square into a gray expanse of silt and silence. Elara stood at the edge of the mud, her breath pluming in the cold air, watching the single horse she had kept for forty years stumble under the weight of the winter. The animal was old, its coat patchy and dull, its eyes clouded...

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