The Distant Metropolis
Chapter One Who could possibly believe that a shadow had a will of its own? Ramon Pelayo asked the question aloud in the silence of the tower, his voice cracking against the stone, wondering if the King’s court had finally gone mad or if he was the one losing his mind. He stood before the high window, the grey light of the Basque coast pressing against the glass like a physical weight, and...
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