The Distant Metropolis

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The oak table in the center of the stone hall did not creak; it held its breath. It was a monolith of dark wood, scarred by centuries of chisels and the dull thud of fists, and upon its surface lay the only living thing in the room: a single, perfect apple of green skin and red blush. It sat there like a heart that had been cut from a chest and left to cool on the cold stone. Seraphina stared...

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