The Distant Metropolis
Elias. The name was not spoken by a voice but felt as a vibration in the floorboards, a summons that pulled you from your slumber in the narrow dormitory where the air smelled of damp wool and old dust. You were twelve years old, a page in the High Court, a place that had been built in the last century with such sterile precision that the shadows seemed to have been sanded away along with the...
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