The Distant Metropolis

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The first tremor started in your right index finger, a fine, high-pitched vibration that made the quill shiver against the parchment. You are Elias, forty-two, and you have held the brass key to the Gate of Silence for thirty years, yet now your hand feels like it belongs to a stranger. The room is cold, the stone walls of the Council chamber weeping with dampness, and the High Council sits...

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