The Distant Metropolis

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The plaster of the ceiling above my workshop had begun to peel in long, curled strips that resembled dried skin, and I watched them fall with a dull, persistent ache in my chest that I refused to name. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of gray, flat day that settles over the industrial district of Manchester like a damp wool blanket, and the air inside the old textile mill where I kept...

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