The Distant Metropolis

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The ledger was open on the desk, its pages thick with the dust of the factory floor. Elias Vane sat in the silence of his office, a room that smelled of stale tobacco and cold iron. Outside, the sky over Manchester was the color of wet slate, pressing down on the terraced houses and the towering chimneys of the Ashworth Foundry. Elias did not look out the window. He looked at the numbers. They...

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