The Distant Metropolis
The steam rose in thick, gray plumes from the iron chimneys of the factory, curling upward into a sky that had long since forgotten the color of blue, wrapping the town of Ashford in a perpetual, soot-stained twilight that felt less like an absence of light and more like a presence of weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket that settled into the lungs of every soul who dared to breathe within its...
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