The Distant Metropolis

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The rain has not stopped for three days, a gray curtain that turns the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, treacherous mirrors, and you stand before the heavy oak door of the High Court with your knuckles white, clutching a petition that feels as light as ash in your hands. You are Elias, a scribe of forty years, and you have come to beg for the life of your brother, Thomas, who has been...

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