The Distant Metropolis

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The coal dust was in everything. It settled in the crevices of the brickwork of the holding cell, a fine, grey powder that tasted of iron and old rot. Sergeant Thomas Ashworth sat on the cold iron bench, his back against the wall, and watched his hands. They were trembling. Not from the cold, though the November wind howled outside the thick stone walls of the London police station, but from a...

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