The Distant Metropolis

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The mud at the village gate was a thick, sucking clay that held the wheels of Mara’s cart as if the earth itself refused to let her go, and Elias stood there, his hands buried in the hem of his woolen coat, watching his sister tighten the straps on the chest that contained her medical instruments, the silver handles glinting with a cold, institutional promise that belonged to a world far...

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