The Distant Metropolis

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The tin larders in the basement of the Manchester Infirmary smelled of rendered fat and old iron, a pungent, cloying scent that seemed to settle into the very fibers of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform, clinging to him with a persistence that defied the cold November air that leaked through the cracked foundation stones. He stood before the central shelving unit, his hands resting lightly on the...

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