The Distant Metropolis

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The hall smelled of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the wallpaper over decades, a scent that Major Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow, grinding erosion of his own soul. He stood in the center of the circular room, a space that was less a conference hall and more a tomb for ambition, surrounded by the polished mahogany of long tables...

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