The Distant Metropolis
The chandelier above the banquet hall was a cathedral of glass and steel, a sprawling web of crystal that caught the gaslight and fractured it into a thousand cold stars. You sat at the far end of the long table, your chair creaking softly under the weight of your stillness, your eyes fixed on the shattered remains of the central pillar that had collapsed three days prior. The air in the room...
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