The Distant Metropolis
The gold seal caught the light from the high windows of the Oakhaven Town Hall, a blinding spot against the velvet of my suit. I stood rigid as the Mayor pinned it to my chest, the metal cold and heavy, a physical weight that seemed to anchor me to the floorboards while the applause swelled around me. Thirty years of service, they said, thirty years of keeping the memory of this place intact,...
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