The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in this part of the city does not fall so much as it is exhaled, a thick, grey sigh that clings to your coat and seeps into the marrow of your bones, a persistent, damp whisper that tells you that you are small and that the world is indifferent to your smallness. You are standing on the platform of the Northern Line, watching the tracks disappear into a tunnel that swallows the light,...

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