The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the market square and the damp earth beneath. I stood at the threshold of the Merchant’s Hall, my cloak heavy with water, my breath misting in the cold morning air that smelled of wet wool and old stone. It was the third year of the siege, a time when the concept...

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