The Distant Metropolis
The banquet hall was a cathedral of silence and polished silver, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the cloying sweetness of over-ripe figs, and I stood at the periphery of this gilded cage, watching the light refract through the crystal chandeliers until it shattered into a thousand deceptive diamonds that promised permanence while revealing only the hollowness of...
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