The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had been falling for three days, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the dockside into slick, dark mirrors. I stood in the corner of the station master’s office, my boots caked in the same mud that coated the hulls of the steamers outside. The air inside was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. It was a smell I...

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