The Distant Metropolis

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The iron gate groaned in the wind, a sound like a bone breaking under the weight of centuries, and I stood upon the ramparts with the taste of copper and old blood thick in my mouth, watching the fire below lick at the foundations of the city that had once been mine. I am not what you think I am, though you have called me many things in the dark hours of this siege, from demon to savior, from...

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