The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey veil that turned the town of Oakhaven into a watercolor smear of slate and rust. You stood at the window of the small, rented room above the bakery, watching the street below dissolve into mud. Your hands were trembling, not from cold, though the damp seeped through the old wool of your coat, but from the weight of the secret...

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