The Distant Metropolis

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Elias Wane stood before the High Archon, his hands trembling not from cold, though the stone floor of the Great Hall bit into his bare feet with a sharp, mineral chill, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that hung in the air. The hall was vast, a cathedral of shadow and candlelight, where the flickering flames seemed to breathe in time with the slow, rhythmic beating of Elias’s...

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