The Distant Metropolis

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The iron gate of the Citadel groaned open, a sound like a dying beast dragging its weight through the mud. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the threshold, his hands locked behind his back, the cold biting through the thin wool of his tunic. He did not look at the guards. He looked at the sky, which was the color of a bruise, swollen and purple, promising rain that would not come for days. "You are...

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