The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a single, indistinguishable smear of wet stone and rotting wood, and I stood in the center of the main street of Harrowgate with the heavy, iron-bound box in my hands, feeling the weight of it not just in my arms but in the marrow of my bones, a physical anchor to a gravity that seemed...

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