The Distant Metropolis

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The feast was held in the great hall of the old estate, a structure of stone and timber that had outlived three generations of the Ashworth family. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and beeswax, a heavy, cloying atmosphere that settled on the skin like a fine dust. I stood by the fireplace, watching the fire eat the oak logs, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the...

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