The Distant Metropolis

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Elara had dreamed of the river again, not as a body of water but as a long, silver vein pulsing beneath the skin of the earth, a living thing that whispered in a tongue older than the stones that lined its banks, a voice that tasted of copper and cold rain, and when she woke in the narrow bed of her cottage in Oakhaven, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the distant, lowing moan...

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