The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones of the ancient capital, washing the grime from the faces of the living and the dead alike. Lord Aldous Vane stood at the threshold of the High Citadel, his hand resting upon the hilt of his ceremonial sword, a blade of folded steel that had seen more winters than he had years. He was a man...

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