The Distant Metropolis

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Clara, the ink is smearing again. The voice of Mr. Halloway did not carry across the room, but it landed in her chest with the weight of a stone dropped into a well, echoing off the damp walls of the mill office. Clara Vane did not look up from the ledger. Her fingers, stained blue at the tips, trembled so violently that the nib of her pen skittered across the paper, dragging a jagged black...

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