The Distant Metropolis
The heavy crystal tumbler, etched with the Bureau’s crest, slips slightly in your grip, the ice clinking against the glass with a sharp, brittle sound that cuts through the low roar of the banquet hall. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior auditor for the Bureau of Civic Integrity, standing amidst the sea of silk ties and expensive perfume, holding the tumbler as if it were a life raft....
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