The Distant Metropolis

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The house is breathing. You can feel it in the floorboards beneath your feet, a rhythmic expansion and contraction that matches the heavy, soot-stained lungs of the city outside. It is a Tuesday evening in November, and the air inside the Whitmore estate is thick with the smell of boiled wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the electric generators humming in the cellar. You are twelve years...

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