The Distant Metropolis

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The iron spike bit into the wet clay with a sound like a bone breaking, and I watched the mist curl around the head of the stake, a pale, living thing that seemed to breathe in the cold October air of 1893. I am Arthur Vane, and I have come to Oakhaven not for the view of the industrial sprawl, nor for the promise of a new life, but because the ledger at St. Jude’s Hospital in London is...

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