The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the sub-basement of the Meridian Institute for Industrial Hygiene tasted of ozone and stale dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to leave. We had gathered there not for a conference, but for an interrogation of the mind, a ritual as solemn and binding as any old-world liturgy. I sat at the head of the long, scarred oak table, my hands resting flat...

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