The Distant Metropolis
The fog did not lift so much as it dissolved into the architecture of the city, a slow, gray dissolution that blurred the edges of the world until the buildings seemed less like structures of brick and mortar and more like thoughts held too tightly in the mind. Margaret Holloway stood on the precipice of the district known as the Sump, a place that had no name on the official maps, a pocket of...
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