![]() ![]() Though it had been five months since Lessie's death, he could still hear the gunshot, see the blood sprayed on the bricks. A place that hadn't been his home for twenty years. It was the grandest city in all the world, a metropolis designed by Harmony himself. He opened his eyes, and rested his hands on the balcony railing to look out over Elendel. Have I simply forgotten about that, or did I not notice it when I was younger? Buildings are so … suffocating here in the city, he thought. He closed his eyes, taking the air in and out, feeling the faint wetness of the mists on the skin of his face. There, finally, he felt like he could breathe again. Outside the windows, he could see mist tickling the glass.ĭefying decorum, Wax pushed his way through the room's enormous glass double doors and stepped out onto the mansion's grand balcony. He deliberately made his way to one of the back rooms of the party, where dazzling electric lights-the talk of the city-produced a steady, too-even light to ward off the evening's gloom. He nodded to each, but avoided being drawn into conversation. They called him "Lord Waxillium" or "Lord Ladrian" when they spoke to him. ![]() ![]() Five months later, Wax walked through the decorated rooms of a large, lively party, passing men in dark suits with tailcoats and women in colorful dresses with narrow waists and lots of folds through long pleated skirts. ![]()
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