The Distant Metropolis

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The old man sat at the edge of the precipice, where the grass grew thin and brittle, trembling in the wind that swept down from the high, desolate peaks. He was a scholar of the ancient texts, a man who had spent his life in the dusty quiet of libraries, tracing the lineage of gods and heroes in faded ink, yet here he was, exposed to the raw, indifferent sky, his robes heavy with the dampness...

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