The Distant Metropolis

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The banquet hall did not smell of roasted meat or spiced wine, but of ozone and wet slate, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent lie, filling the vast, cathedral-like chamber where the air itself seemed to shimmer with a faint, iridescent haze that distorted the faces of those seated at the long, obsidian table. Julian Vane sat rigidly in his ceremonial armor, the metal...

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