The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-21 15:34:14 -

The hawk lay in the center of the kitchen table, its wings spread wide as if it were still trying to hold the air, the feathers ruffled and wet with the morning rain that had hammered the slate roof of the manor all through the night. I stood over it, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, though I had not drawn it in weeks, my knuckles white against the leather wrap, watching the way the...

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