The Distant Metropolis

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The tremor began not with a shiver, but with a stutter, a microscopic hitch in the rhythm of Elias Vane’s left hand that mirrored the erratic ticking of the broken pocket watch he carried in his breast pocket. It was November 1912, and the air in the cramped London boarding house tasted of coal dust and stale tea, a sensory assault that did nothing to soothe the desperate, gnawing hunger in his...

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