The Distant Metropolis
The air in the dining room was thick with the scent of roasted duck and the low, humming vibration of a hundred conversations that you could hear but not quite understand, a cacophony of laughter and the clinking of crystal that seemed to vibrate against your teeth as you stood by the heavy oak table, watching your younger sister, Clara, spin in the center of the room, her dress a swirl of...
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