The Distant Metropolis

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The stone walls of the refectory, damp and slick with centuries of condensation, pressed in on Elias like the inside of a ribcage, trapping the scent of mildew and cold ash that permeated every breath he took in the ancient, crumbling monastery of St. Jude’s. He sat on the lowest bench, his twelve-year-old hands trembling around a chipped clay token, a crude disc of fired earth that was the...

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