The Distant Metropolis

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The fog rolled in off the harbor, thick as wool and smelling of brine and coal dust, erasing the edges of the town until only the warm, amber glow of the lamp room remained. You stood in the center of the floor, your hands resting lightly on the brass railing, feeling the faint, rhythmic pulse of the machinery beneath your feet. It was a steady, mechanical heartbeat, the only thing that had...

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