The Distant Metropolis

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The frost had eaten the mud on the road until it was nothing but grey powder and old bone. "Stop there," the voice came from the shadows of the archway, low and wet with breath. "You are not to pass the gate." Kaelen did not stop. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that had become as familiar to him as the weight of his own sword. He had walked this border...

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