The Distant Metropolis

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The cold is not merely a temperature in the Hall of Whispers, but a living thing, a spectral predator that slithers through the cracks in the ancient flagstones and settles into the marrow of your bones, a sensation that is less like feeling the winter air and more like being slowly dissolved by a frost that has been waiting for centuries to claim another soul, and you stand there, alone in the...

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