The Distant Metropolis

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The morning light in the Hall of Whispers did not shine so much as it settled, a heavy, pale dust that coated the marble floors and the velvet drapes alike, settling into the creases of my dress and the hollows of my eyes. I stood behind the Prince, a shadow stitched to his back, watching the way the light caught the sweat on his temple, a bead of moisture that trembled with the weight of the...

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