The Distant Metropolis

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The stone of the Citadel did not weep, though the air was thick with the scent of wet iron and bruised thyme. It stood immutable against the bruised purple of the twilight sky, a geometric silence that had outlasted kings and plagues alike. I stood at its base, my armor cold against my ribs, listening to the silence. It was a heavy thing, that silence. It pressed against my eardrums like deep...

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