The Distant Metropolis

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The feast hall of Aethelgard was not built of stone, but of solidified sound, a crystalline resonance that hummed against your skin like a plucked cello string. You sat at the high table, the weight of the golden circlet on your brow heavy enough to bend the spine of your neck, the metal cold and unyielding against the sweat that beaded there in the oppressive heat of the celebration. Around...

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