The Distant Metropolis

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The damp in Oakhaven did not merely settle; it inhabited, seeping into the bones of the stone walls and the joints of the men who lived within them. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of his study, the air thick with the smell of stale ink and the metallic tang of the iron key in his palm, a thirty-two-year-old scribe whose hands trembled not from age but from the terrible weight of the document he...

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