The Distant Metropolis
The air in the town of Oakhaven hung heavy with the scent of coal dust and wet wool, a thick, industrial shroud that seemed to press against the windows of the grand manor house. Inside, the chandeliers burned with an aggressive, electric hum, casting long, jagged shadows across the marble floors. It was a night of excess, a banquet held by Lord Ashworth to celebrate the completion of his new...
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