The Distant Metropolis

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The mud in the courtyard was not merely wet; it was a living thing, a viscous mouth that had swallowed the boots of three men before Captain Silas Thorne arrived to command the scene. He stood at the edge of the royal garden, where the hedges were trimmed into shapes that defied nature, and watched the mist coil around the iron gates like the breath of a sleeping leviathan. The air tasted of...

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