The Distant Metropolis

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The wine was spilled, a dark river cutting through the white linen of the tablecloth, and Elias Thorne did not look down as he raised his cup, his eyes fixed on the empty chair at the head of the long oak table where the Grand Inquisitor’s seat should have been, the air in the cathedral hall thick with the smell of roasting lamb and the heavy, cloying scent of lilies that seemed to press...

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