The Distant Metropolis

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The candles in the Grand Hall did not flicker; they burned with a steady, malicious clarity, illuminating the polished marble floor where the shadows of the courtiers stretched long and independent. Sir Aldric stood by the pillar, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his eyes fixed on his sister Elara. She was dancing with Lord Pemberton, a man whose smile was as thin as paper, but it...

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