The Distant Metropolis

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The train did not run on tracks of iron and steel but on ribbons of condensation that hung suspended in the perpetual twilight of the Undercroft, a vast, cathedral-like void beneath the soot-choked city of Ashworth where the air tasted of copper and old rain, and young Elias, whose fingers were stained a permanent, inky violet from the alchemical vials he carried, pressed his forehead against...

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