The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-17 13:52:50 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of grey and slate. Margaret Holloway stood at the threshold of the grand office, her hand resting on the brass handle, feeling the cold metal seep through her glove. She had come to say goodbye, or so she had told herself, but the words felt insufficient, too small...

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