The Distant Promise
The carriage does not arrive at the city; it dissolves into the architecture of the city, a slow and terrible absorption of wood and iron into the wet, breathing stone that surrounds you. You are the surveyor, the man who measures the void, and you know that the doors of this place are not meant to be opened from the outside, but they open for you with a reluctance that feels like a held breath...
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