The Distant Metropolis

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The banquet hall of Oria was a cathedral of glass and humming wire, where the air tasted of ozone and old blood, and Elias Vane stood at the center of the feast holding a vial of liquid gold that felt heavy as a guilt he had not yet named. He was thirty years old, a clerk of the mid-tier ledgers, a man whose charm was as thin and brittle as the ice on the city’s upper windows, yet tonight his...

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