The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of grey mist that choked the light in the valley of Aethelgard, a place where the boundary between the waking world and the dream-logic of the ancients had worn thin like old linen. Sir Julian Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his armor heavy with moisture, the iron plates cold against his skin, a weight that mirrored the crushing...

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