The Distant Metropolis

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The fog in Blackwood Hollow did not rise; it exhaled. It curled around the rusted girders of the old textile mills, a thick, grey wool that tasted of iron and damp stone. Elara Winters woke not to the sound of the looms, which had been silent for three decades, but to the pressure of the air itself. It was a heavy, suffocating weight, pressing against her eardrums, a physical manifestation of...

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