The Distant Metropolis

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The steam rose from the ironworks in thick, grey plumes, a constant exhalation that settled over the village of Oakhaven like a shroud. I stood on the veranda of the old family estate, my hand resting on the cold wood of the railing, watching the horizon where the smoke merged with the morning mist. The air tasted of coal and wet earth. Inside, the house was silent, a hollow box of memories...

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