The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had stopped, but the mud remained, a thick, sucking black that held the boots of the men in place as if the earth itself were tired of their weight. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the forest, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, not to draw it, but to feel the cold iron against his palm. It was a grounding weight, a reminder that he was still flesh and bone in a world that...

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