The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the streets of Harrowgate into a slurry of mud and broken promises. I sat on the cold concrete floor of my cell, my hands resting in my lap, and watched the dark seep out from beneath the knuckles, pooling in the cracks of the stone like oil on water. It was not blood, not exactly; it was a viscous, black fluid that...

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