The Distant Metropolis
Mara woke with the taste of iron and wet stone in her mouth, the dream still clinging to her skin like a second layer of cold air that refused to evaporate. She lay in the narrow bed in the attic room, listening to the rain hammer against the slate roof, a relentless, industrial drumming that seemed to beat in time with the slowing of her own heart. Outside, the city of Ashworth was not the...
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