The Distant Metropolis
The oak tree in the center of the courtyard was not merely a tree; it was a living architecture of rot and resilience, a biological machine that had outlasted the stone walls which enclosed it. We, the children of the Ashworth estate, were taught to view the world through the lens of its roots, for we were told that our lineage, much like the oak, was destined to remain rooted in this specific,...
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