The Distant Metropolis

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The train left at dawn, a long iron spine stretching into the fog that clung to the tracks like a wet wool blanket. Margaret Holloway sat by the window, her hands resting on the small, leather-bound book in her lap. It was not a book of words, but of objects, a catalog of things she had spent forty years curating for the Department of Civic Memory. She held it with the same quiet reverence she...

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