The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, grey mist that clung to the wool of Elara’s cloak and settled in the hollows of her bones. She had walked for three days, leaving behind the stone cottages of the lower hills where the men spoke of honor as if it were a currency they could not afford. Here, in the upper reaches, the air was thinner, sharper, and it tasted of...

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