The Distant Metropolis

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Oakhaven ran on the rhythm of the wind-combed wheat and the slow, grinding turn of the mills, a plateau town where the air tasted of dust and dried sage and every shadow was cast long by the low sun of the terraforming centuries. The streets were paved with cracked stone, worn smooth by the boots of laborers and the hooves of the thin, nervous goats that grazed the edges of the fields, while...

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