The Distant Metropolis

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The soot in your lungs tastes of iron and old ash. You know the taste because you have breathed it for thirty years, ever since you took over the bell foundry from your father. The town of Oakhaven is gray, not because of the sky, which is often a pale, washed-out blue, but because of the dust that settles on everything, from the window ledges to the inside of your eyelids. You are a man of...

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