The Distant Metropolis

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The smell of yeast was the first thing that woke him, a thick, warm scent that hung in the air like a visible mist, heavy with the promise of something alive. Arthur Vane sat on the edge of his narrow bed in the small, rented room above the bakery, his hands still stiff from the night’s work, and he breathed it in. It was not just the smell of dough; it was the smell of his own father’s hands,...

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