The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-20 18:23:16 -

The heavy velvet of my tunic, once a shade of imperial crimson that commanded the attention of the court, now drags against the cold flagstones of my cell, a physical weight that seems to anchor my soul to the earth, preventing any upward flight toward mercy or memory. I sit in the corner, where the shadows pool like stagnant water, and I feel the fabric pressing against my skin, not as...

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