The Distant Metropolis

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Remy Descamps pulled the hilt of his saber from its scabbard, the metal cold against his palm, as he stood in the antechamber where the air smelled of wet stone and old lavender. His hand trembled, not from fear of the man before him, but from the weight of the promotion he sought, a General’s commission that hung in the silence like a noose. Lord Vane, the accused traitor, looked back with...

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