The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the world outside and the stone walls of the infirmary. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled lye and damp wool, a smell that had seeped into the pores of Thomas Bradshaw until he could taste it on his tongue. He sat on a straw pallet in the corner of the great hall, his knees...

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