The Distant Metropolis

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The rain fell upon the valley of Aethelgard with the patience of stone, a grey veil that blurred the horizon and erased the line between the earth and the sky. You sat by the window of the stone cottage, the glass cold against your forehead, watching the mist curl around the ancient oaks. Inside, the fire had burned down to a bed of red coals, offering a faint, dying warmth to the damp air. You...

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