The Distant Metropolis
The iron bars of the observation deck groaned against the weight of the storm, a metallic scream that vibrated through the soles of your boots. You stand at the edge of the platform, the wind tearing at the hem of your coat, your breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. Below, the city of New Halston is a sprawling circuit of gaslight and steam, a labyrinth of brick and soot where the truth is...
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