The Distant Metropolis

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The fog did not roll in so much as it grew, a thick, gray wool that strangled the iron spines of the harbor cranes and swallowed the lights of the night shift, leaving us suspended in a suspended, breathless void where the only sound was the wet, rhythmic coughing of the engine room below, a mechanical heartbeat that seemed to vibrate right up through the soles of my boots and into the marrow...

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