The Distant Metropolis

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth textile mill was not a room but a cavern of polished mahogany and suffocating perfume, a place where the air itself seemed to be suspended in a gelatinous, golden haze that trapped the light from the hundreds of gas jets and held it there, trembling and alive, like a trapped moth that knew with every fiber of its being that to fly was to die but could not stop...

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