The Distant Metropolis

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In the dream, the air is not air but a thick, grey suspension, a mist that tastes of iron filings and burnt oil, settling into the lungs like wet ash. You are standing in the center of the Great Hall of the Municipal Archive, a cathedral of brick and soot located in the heart of the industrial district of Whitmore, where the chimneys of the textile mills have long since ceased their rhythmic...

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