The Distant Metropolis

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The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it devoured, a thick, grey wool that strangled the river’s edge and erased the line between the living world and the water below. Elias, twelve years old and thin as a reed, stood on the muddy bank, his knuckles white as he clutched a shard of black clay to his chest. The fragment hummed against his ribs, a low, resonant frequency that matched the...

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