The Distant Metropolis

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The hall of the Guild of Weavers was not merely a room but a living organism, breathing with the heavy, sweet scent of damp wool and stale ale. It was the Feast of the Loom, a night where the rigid hierarchies of the trade dissolved into a haze of noise and light, and for a brief, golden hour, even the lowest apprentice might sit beside the Master. Elias Thorne sat at the edge of the long oak...

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