The Distant Metropolis

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The frost bit at the edges of Thomas’s cloak, a thin layer of ice that cracked under the weight of his own stillness. He sat on the cold stone of the bridge, his back to the river, his hands wrapped around a cup of water that had turned to slush. He did not shiver. He had stopped shivering three days ago, when the hunger had moved from his stomach to his bones and settled there like a guest who...

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