The Distant Metropolis
The locomotive hissed a final, breathless exhalation as it settled into the private siding of Blackwood Manor, a sound that seemed to puncture the heavy, industrial fog clinging to the December air of 1912. Dr. Arthur Vane stepped down from the carriage, his leather case clicking against the iron railing, his mind already calculating the precise taxonomic categories of the estate’s aviary that...
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