The Distant Metropolis

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The smoke did not rise; it fell, a heavy, sulfurous blanket that smothered the spires of Acre and turned the sky into a bruised and unbreathable void. I, Elias, a scribe of thirty years who had once believed his ink was the only thing keeping the world from dissolving into chaos, fled the burning city with a map tucked against my chest, its vellum skin warm against my frantic, sweating ribs....

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