The Distant Metropolis

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The woolen cloak lay across Elias Thorne’s knees, its fibers matted and dark with old, dried blood that had long since turned the color of rust. He held it with a grip that seemed to strain the tendons in his hands, the fabric cold to the touch despite the heat radiating from the brazier nearby, a chill that seeped into his bones and settled there like a stone. The village of Oakhaven, nestled...

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