The Distant Metropolis

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The rain has been falling on the slate roof of the Abbey for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurs the edges of the world until the monastery and the mist become one indistinguishable thing. You are on your knees in the mud, your hands raw and bleeding, digging a trench around the base of the ancient oak that stands in the center of the cloister, the tree that Father Thomas has...

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