The Distant Metropolis
The chandelier in the Vane manor’s dining room was a sprawling constellation of crystal, casting a fractured, prismatic light over the thirty guests who had gathered to celebrate the opening of Arthur Vane’s new textile mill. Arthur stood at the head of the table, his tuxedo immaculate, his smile a practiced mask of aristocratic benevolence, yet beneath the polished surface of his demeanor, a...
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