The Distant Metropolis

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The feast was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of consumption, a sprawling, fleshy architecture of roasted geese, honeyed figs, and wine that tasted of iron and old blood, stretching across the long oak table in the heart of the manor house where the air was thick with the scent of burning tallow and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that had begun to wilt in the corners of the room....

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