The Distant Metropolis

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old wool. It was a heavy, cloying scent that settled in the throat, a physical weight that mirrored the fatigue in Elias’s bones. He sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished wood, fingers drumming a silent, irregular rhythm. Around him, the merchants of the district raised their glasses, the clink of crystal cutting...

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