The Distant Metropolis

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The ivy on the side of the mill did not look like a plant. It looked like a wound that had refused to close, green and thick and pulsing with a life that seemed indifferent to the stone it consumed. Margaret sat in her office, the window open to the damp November air, watching the tendrils creep another inch higher up the brickwork. She had been here for three years, three years of silence and...

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