The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in Ashford did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, industrial shroud that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the marrow of anyone foolish enough to walk the streets without an umbrella, a persistent dampness that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, a slow, cold erosion of the spirit that matched the way my hands, once capable of bending iron and breaking bone, now...

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