The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-22 07:01:59 -

The warden’s voice is a dry rasp against the damp stone, a sound like leaves skittering across a frozen pond. He stands at the bottom of the spiral stair, his back to you, looking up into the gloom where you sit. You are the Keeper of the High Watch, a title that has outlived the necessity of the office, yet the duty remains, heavy and cold as the iron bands on your shins. He is speaking of the...

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