The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that smelled of wet iron and old coal. Elias stood on the platform of the midnight train, his hand gripping the cold steel railing, watching the station lights smear into long, amber streaks as the locomotive pulled away. He was not looking at the scenery. He was looking at the window opposite, where his daughter,...

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