The Distant Metropolis

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The iron gate of the village did not open for the storm, but it did not close against the wind either. It stood as a witness, its rust flaking off in slow, orange curls that settled on the cobblestones like blood. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands tucked into the pockets of his wool coat, watching the mist thicken until the world beyond the village limits dissolved into a gray...

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