The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, wet breath hanging over the city, turning the cobblestones of the lower districts into mirrors that reflected not the sky but the deep, bruised purple of the twilight that refused to break. Margaret Holloway stood at the window of her small, cramped office on the fourteenth floor, her fingers tracing the condensation that had gathered...

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