The Distant Metropolis

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The fever broke at dawn, leaving the world washed in a pale, grey light that felt less like morning and more like the interior of a vast, empty room, and I stood there in the alley behind the apothecary, holding the jar of blackberries in my hand, the glass sweating with a cold that seeped into my palm and turned my fingers into stiff, wooden things, while the city of Oakhaven lay sprawling...

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