The Distant Metropolis
Thorne, you are dismissed. The voice of King Aldric did not rise above the ambient hum of the court, yet it cut through the air with the precision of a surgeon’s blade, severing the tie that had bound Elias to the palace for twenty years. Elias stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, the morning light striking the polished marble floor and reflecting off the cold steel of the guards’...
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