The Distant Metropolis
The silence of the throne room was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, suffocating presence that pressed against your eardrums like deep water, a silence so profound it seemed to have weight, texture, and a cold, metallic taste that lingered on the tongue long after the initial shock had faded. You stood before the High King, a figure carved from the same ancient, unyielding stone that formed...
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