The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the Grand Hall of the Meridian Institute did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and high-voltage potential, a sterile sharpness that coated the back of your throat and made your teeth ache with a phantom sweetness. You stood at the base of the obsidian dais, your hands clasped so tightly that the skin had gone white, the knuckles popping in the silence that hung heavy and thick...

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