The Distant Metropolis

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You keep your hands on the mud, or the fence will move, Warden Halloway said, his voice flat and dry as the chalk dust that coated the interior of the checkpoint booth, a place where the air always tasted of wet iron and stale tobacco. I stood there, my boots sinking into the slurry of the industrial border, the rain hammering down in sheets that turned the world into a grey blur, while the...

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