The Distant Metropolis
The coat was heavy, not with weight, but with the accumulated silence of a decade. It hung in the center of the small, damp clearing, a dark silhouette against the grey wash of the winter sky. Thomas Bradshaw stood five paces away, his hands trembling so violently that the brass buttons on his own uniform clattered together like dry bones. The town of Oakhaven was invisible, hidden behind a...
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