The Distant Metropolis

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You look tired, Marcus. The voice came from the high ceiling, from the shadows where the chandelier hung like a frozen explosion of crystal and glass. I did not turn around. I kept my back to the throne, my hands clasped behind my, I kept my hands clasped behind my back, fingers digging into the skin of my palms. The carpet was thick, red and gold, swallowing the sound of my breathing. I know...

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