The Distant Metropolis

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The Iron Key sat in your pocket, a heavy, cold weight against your thigh, humming a low, dissonant note that you had learned to ignore over the last three months. You stood in the center of the Council chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old paper, while High Warden Thorne’s shadow stretched long across the flagstones. "You are asking for a pension based on a rumor," the...

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