The Distant Metropolis

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The crystal goblet in my hand was cold, yet it burned my fingers with a phantom heat that seemed to rise from the wine itself, a dark and viscous liquid that swirled with the shadow of my own reflection. I stood amidst the glittering array of the High Council chamber, a space so vast and ornate that it swallowed the light of a thousand candles whole, leaving only the gilded faces of the lords...

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