The Distant Metropolis
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the town and turned the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the flickering amber of streetlamps. I stood at the threshold of the station master’s office, my hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the vibration of the overhead wires humming through the floorboards. Inside,...
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