The Distant Metropolis

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The sound of the shattering was not a crash, but a sigh, a long, trembling exhalation of glass and wood that seemed to unmake the air itself. In the center of the dining room, where the light fell in dusty, golden shafts from the high windows, the great oak table lay in ruins, splintered into jagged shards that scattered across the Persian carpet like the bones of a leviathan. Thomas Bradshaw...

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