The Distant Metropolis
Chapter One Shimizu Takeshi’s blade bit into the iron with a shriek that tore the silence of the highland mist. He was already bleeding, a thin line of red tracing the knuckles of his left hand where the hilt had bitten deep, but he did not stop. The man before him wore armor that had once belonged to Takeshi, the lacquer chipped and dark with old sweat, the pauldrons dented from a blow taken...
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