The Distant Metropolis
The silence in the Hall of the High Court was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, suffocating presence, a thick woolen blanket draped over the breaths of the assembled nobility, pressing down upon the stone floor where Elias Thorne stood with his hands bound in rough hemp and his shoulders hunched under the weight of a reputation that had been meticulously, deliberately, and with a chilling...
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