The Distant Metropolis

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The toll for the crossing is one memory, Thomas, and you are empty." The Guildmaster’s voice was dry as the dust on the floorboards of his office, a sound that seemed to scrape against the silence of the room. Thomas stood before the heavy oak desk, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, aching weight of his own hollowness. He had come to Oakhaven in the autumn of 1342, a man of...

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