The Distant Metropolis

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety that seemed to seep from the pores of every person in the room. I stood near the service entrance, a shadow in the corner of a room filled with light, holding a tray of crystal tumblers that trembled slightly in my hands. My name is Elias Thorne, and for twenty years I have been the invisible hand of this...

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