The Distant Metropolis

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The hall was thick with the scent of roasted pork and damp wool, a heavy, cloying air that settled into the pores of everyone present. Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands resting on the scarred wood, still and pale as the moonlight filtering through the high, grimy windows. Around him, the villagers of Oakhaven laughed, their voices rising in a chaotic chorus of...

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