The Distant Metropolis

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The banquet hall of the Court of Whispers smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a scent that had permeated the marrow of your bones long before you realized you were merely a servant, a creature of ink and duty, bound to the rigid architecture of a power that did not breathe but merely endured. You stood in the shadows of the great archway, your fingers trembling not from the cold that...

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