The Distant Metropolis
The building did not stand so much as it endured, a monolith of gray slate and iron that seemed to absorb the light of the industrial dawn rather than reflect it, standing in the shadow of the foundry like a judge who had already heard the verdict and simply waited for the condemned to arrive. I walked up the steps, my leather shoes scuffing against the wet stone, and I felt the weight of the...
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