The Distant Metropolis

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The coughing match had been running for three weeks, a relentless, rattling siege that turned the sterile air of the infirmary into a thick, suffocating fog of rust and iron. You sat on the edge of the cot, your hands folded tightly in your lap, feeling the vibration of the sickness in your own chest, as if the disease had traveled from your mother’s lungs to yours through the mere proximity of...

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