The Distant Metropolis
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sigh, a long exhalation of heat that rose from the floorboards of the Great Hall and curled around the ancient oak pillars like the tendrils of a vengeful ghost. You stood in the center of the devastation, the soot already settling into the creases of your tunic, a fine grey dust that mirrored the ash of your own ambitions. The air tasted of...
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