The Distant Metropolis
The air in the sub-basement of the Federal Bureau of Internal Security’s eastern annex did not merely smell of stale tobacco and wet wool, as one might expect from a holding area constructed during the height of the industrial boom and subsequently sealed off from the natural world; rather, it carried the dense, metallic tang of oxidized iron filings and the heavy, cloying sweetness of decaying...
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