The Distant Metropolis
The train did not arrive so much as it materialized from the grey, mist-choked morning, a long, iron serpent slithering into the station with a sound that was less a whistle than a mournful groan, the kind of sound that seemed to pull the moisture from the air and the breath from the lungs of the few commuters who stood shivering beneath the rusted awning, watching the beast settle onto the...
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