The Distant Metropolis
The train groaned through the tunnels beneath London, a deep, tectonic rumble that vibrated in Marnie’s teeth. She sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, her back pressed against the cold window. The glass was dirty, streaked with grime that blurred the occasional flash of brickwork and gaslight into smears of amber and black. Outside, the city of London churned in the fog, a vast,...
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