The Distant Metropolis

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The bread was still warm, and that was the problem, because in the city of Oakhaven, warmth was a scent that carried a specific, heavy weight, a weight that the stone walls of the bakery and the cobblestones outside seemed to absorb and reflect back into the lungs of anyone who breathed too deeply. Thomas, a boy of perhaps twelve years with hands that were perpetually stained not by dirt but by...

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