The Distant Metropolis

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The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Asylum smelled of roasted goose and stale damp, a cloying mixture that Elias Thorne felt in the back of his throat before the first guest even entered. He stood by the sideboard, his posture rigid, his left hand resting on the crystal decanter, where the frost had already begun its quiet, creeping work. The frost was not merely cold; it was a silence that ate the...

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