The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the vaulted chamber did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place so forgotten by the sun, but of ozone and ancient, dried lavender, a scent that hung heavy and sweet, suffocating the senses with a perfume that felt less like fragrance and more like a warning. Sir Julian Vane stood before the Obsidian Mirror, his hand trembling slightly as he adjusted the collar of his velvet...

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