The Distant Metropolis

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The train hissed to a halt at Harrow Gate, a station that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and I stepped out into the gray drizzle that had been falling since I left the city three days prior, carrying nothing but the duffel bag I had packed in the dark of my apartment and the heavy, worn leather satchel that had belonged to my father for forty years before he passed, the satchel which was now...

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