The Distant Metropolis
The town of Oakhaven did not have a festival, but it had a ceremony, and for three days, the air tasted of copper and burnt sugar. It was the time of the Great Calibration, an annual ritual that bound the community to the Grid, the vast, humming infrastructure that provided the town’s warmth, its light, and its very breath. Every household sent a representative to the Plaza, where the hum...
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