The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the cellar tasted of iron and wet stone, a metallic tang that Elias had grown accustomed to over the last three years of his confinement. It was not a prison of bars, but of silence, a subterranean pocket in the earth beneath the old abbey where the monks had once buried their secrets. Elias sat cross-legged on the cold flagstones, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with...

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