The Distant Machine
The banquet hall was a cavern of glass and steel, suspended above the city like a chandelier of ice. I stood by the window, my reflection fragmented in the pane, watching the rain smear the lights of the metropolis below into long, weeping streaks of gold and grey. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume, a suffocating warmth that felt nothing like...
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