The Distant Metropolis
The city of Aethelgard did not exist on any map, for maps were drawn by men who feared the vertical, yet to Elara, it rose like a jagged tooth of bone against the bruised sky, a monument to a cycle that had no beginning and no end. She stood at the edge of the cobblestone plaza, her fingers wrapped tightly around the heavy, iron-shod key that hung from her neck, the cold metal biting into her...
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