The Distant Metropolis
The sky over the valley of Kael did not break with thunder but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a silence that swallowed the sound of the wind in the high pines and the distant, mournful bleating of the goats on the lower slopes, leaving only the frantic, ragged breathing of Elara as she stood at the edge of the cliff where the world had...
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